100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Chapter 287 – Body
Days passed.

Lucien settled into a steady rhythm.

The Split Bodies returned to him one by one. Their refined divine energy folded seamlessly back into his core. Once absorbed, he released them again without pause. Each resumed the slow, methodical refinement of Spirit Crystals.

Over time, his inner realm changed.

Divine energy thickened in the air again. It no longer felt depleted or fragile.

Lucien observed the shift in satisfaction.

Still, he practiced restraint.

He activated the Law of Reflection.

Reflection spread outward like a transparent layer laid over existence. Within it, Lucien simulated the process in real time, watching outcomes unfold without consequence.

Bodies formed. And failed. Again and again.

At first glance, the reflected vessels were flawless. They breathed. They maintained form. Some even reacted correctly to simulated soul contact.

But Lucien looked deeper.

They lacked weight.

Not physical mass but causal mass.

A body formed through Reflection existed only as long as correspondence was maintained. It held together through alignment, not acknowledgment. The moment Lucien loosened his focus, micro-desynchronizations appeared… cells that remembered their structure but did not belong to the world.

They existed. But they were not accepted.

Reflection could reproduce patterns with perfect fidelity.

But… it could not persuade reality to recognize them as real.

Lucien exhaled slowly as another simulated vessel dissolved into light.

“…That’s the limit.”

The Law of Reflection was honest in its nature.

An echo. A rehearsal. A prototype.

It was indispensable for planning.

But it could never serve as the foundation.

A body meant to receive a spirit, meant to withstand the contradiction of return, could not be an imitation. It had to be acknowledged by causality itself.

It had to be allowed to exist.

And that permission came from only one place.

Creation.

The Law of Creation did not simulate existence.

It asserted it.

When something was created through it, the world adjusted. Cause and effect restructured themselves to make space. History would not rewrite itself but it bent, accommodating the new presence.

That was why Lucien waited.

He refined the process until Reflection no longer failed. Not because it had become sufficient, but because it revealed no remaining blind spots.

Only then did he stop.

•••

A week had passed.

The Split Bodies returned one final time and merged fully with him.

Lucien stood alone in the chamber.

Before beginning, he reached into his inventory.

Drops appeared in sequence. One tightened focus and concentration, another sharpened sensory control, and a third stabilized emotional variance.

Lucien inhaled.

Then exhaled.

“…Now,” he said quietly.

This was the first time he would use the Law of Creation not to shape an environment or conjure a construct…

…but to create a body capable of housing a life.

Excitement stirred despite himself.

Lucien raised his hand.

The Law of Creation answered.

The world unraveled.

Reality thinned, peeling back into layers of ordered relations. To Lucien’s sight, the chamber dissolved into interwoven strands. Each vibrated with potential.

He began with the first and most fundamental declaration.

Structure.

Lucien wrote it carefully.

A skeletal lattice defined not as bone, but as support. A framework that could bear identity without collapsing under it. Every curve was deliberate and every proportion was guided by remembered form rather than ideal symmetry.

The structure anchored itself.

And the world accepted it.

Lucien felt the subtle shift as causality acknowledged a new reference point.

Next came function.

Musculature was not created as tissue, but as tension. The ability to move, to contract, to resist. Lucien layered function over structure, ensuring that every intended motion had permission to exist before substance ever followed.

Then containment.

Organs were declared one by one. Not as biological objects, but as roles.

A heart as circulation. Lungs as exchange. A brain as integration.

Each declaration tightened the lattice, increasing resistance. The Law of Creation pushed back now, demanding clarity.

Demanding cost.

Lucien slowed further.

•••

More days passed.

Lucien did not notice.

Each system was written only after the previous had fully stabilized. Errors were not corrected, they were avoided entirely. One miswritten relationship would invalidate everything.

Only when the blood vessel existed fully as an abstract, living framework did Lucien proceed.

The next structure to be realized was not flesh.

It was the mana vessels.

They defined how energy would exist inside the body. They were not physical conduits in the conventional sense but internal permissions. They are pathways that dictated how power could circulate without tearing the vessel apart.

And they were the most fragile part of any living body.

Lucien slowed even further.

Using Perfect Calculation, he modeled the network again and again. Not as a rigid lattice, but as a responsive architecture. Vessels that could expand under pressure and contract during saturation. Junctions that could reroute flow instead of resisting it.

Paths that could learn.

He optimized it for endurance.

Only when the mana vessel network could survive variance did Lucien allow the body to proceed.

Blood came next.

Not as fluid, but as continuity. A closed system of transport, response, and renewal… designed to support what already existed.

Then flesh followed structure.

Cells differentiated where permission already existed. Muscle formed where tension had already been defined. Organs emerged not as matter first, but as function… only solidifying once their roles were fully resolved.

Nothing grew blindly.

Nothing rushed ahead of necessity.

Finally—

Genes.

Lucien introduced his own genetic material carefully as a binding agent. A compatibility layer. Enough to allow repair, adaptation, and recognition.

The body solidified. Breath came and went… but the vessel was empty.

There was no soul yet.

A complete vessel, held in latent stillness.

Lucien lowered his hand.

Sweat traced a slow line down his temple.

“…One,” he whispered.

Only one body.

He did not attempt the second. Not yet.

This was enough for today.

He placed the body into a Cryogenic Chamber.

He then stepped back, gazing at the vessel.

The door had been built.

Waiting.

Lucien allowed himself a single breath of relief.

The first step was half complete.

•••

It took Lucien several more days to complete the second body.

When the second vessel was finally sealed into another cryogenic chamber beside the first, Lucien did not feel triumph just yet.

He felt readiness.

The first preparation was finally complete.

What followed would be far more dangerous.

Lucien stood at the edge of his inner realm for a long moment, steadying himself.

Perfect plans meant nothing if the people involved were not ready to hear them.

Then he stepped forward.

The place where Luke and Cienna lingered brightened subtly at his approach. Two figures of light stirred.

There was no hesitation.

They noticed him at once.

[My boy.]

[You’re late.]

[Are you hurt?]

[The realm shook earlier. We felt it.]

[And there are… new presences now.]

Their concern came layered and overlapping, the way it always did.

Lucien smiled before he realized he was doing it.

“I’m fine,” he said. “I promise. The fracture was… an accident. A dangerous one, but it’s stable now.”

[You always say that.]

[You said that the last time too.]

He laughed softly.

“I survived that too.”

They did not press him. They never had. Instead, the conversation flowed the way it always did.

[This place changed again.]

[Not in a bad way.]

Lucien nodded. “I’ve been busy.”

He did not hide the truth. How the monsters were refining themselves, how the slimes were adapting in their own strange way, what he had uncovered in the ruins, and the path that had led him in space.

They listened.

And for a while, he forgot why he had come.

Hours passed like that.

Then the moment arrived on its own.

Lucien exhaled.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said.

The figures of light stilled.

[We’re listening.]

He did not start with promises.

He started with truth.

“I’ve found a way,” Lucien said quietly. “A method.”

Their light brightened, just a fraction.

“A way to bring you back.”

Silence.

[Back… how?]

[To the world?]

Lucien met their gaze, steady despite the storm in his chest.

“Yes.”

He did not rush the explanation. He outlined it carefully. Bodies are now prepared. Next is a process that would require their participation, their consent, and their patience.

“And it isn’t a hundred percent safe,” he finished. “Not yet. That’s why I didn’t tell you sooner.”

Another pause.

Then—

[You built vessels.]

[For us.]

“Yes.”

[And you didn’t say anything.]

“I wouldn’t,” Lucien said, “unless I was sure I could do it without destroying you.”

The light that was Cienna softened.

[You’ve always been like this.]

[You shoulder everything first.]

Luke’s presence steadied beside hers.

[What do you need from us?]

Lucien felt his throat tighten.

“Your cooperation,” he said. “And your trust. The next phase requires choice. Not force. If either of you hesitate, we stop.”

There was no immediate answer.

Then—

[You came back for us.]

[Of course we’ll cooperate.]

[But you’re not allowed to disappear again without telling us.]

He laughed. The sound broke something tight in his chest.

“I’ll try.”

They did not celebrate. They did not demand guarantees.

They simply stayed with him.

And in that quiet space, the weight of what came next finally settled fully into place.

The door had been built.

It was open.

And soon—

Someone would have to walk through it.