100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Chapter 306 – Stolen World
The decision did not take long.

Riri stood before Lucien with the elders and Rurik at her side. There was no hesitation in their posture anymore.

“Savior. We will go with you,” she said.

No dramatic speeches followed.

The Lithrens understood their reality too well to pretend otherwise.

They were weak. Not in spirit, but in circumstance.

A people enslaved for over a millennium did not reach that fate by coincidence. They had survived because they endured, not because they could resist. And endurance alone would not protect them when Celestial overseers and Eternal Realm harvesters returned.

There was no second option.

Lucien met their gazes and smiled faintly.

“Then from this moment onward,” he said, “you are under my protection.”

The words carried weight.

“I will not keep you weak,” Lucien continued. “I will not shelter you forever like fragile cargo. I will help you grow. I will give you the means to stand.”

His eyes sharpened.

“And one day, it will not be me who faces Celestial and Eternal Alloykins alone.”

Rurik’s breath caught.

Riri’s fingers curled once then steadied.

Lucien turned and raised his voice so that it carried through the halls and tunnels of the mountain.

“Gather everyone,” he commanded calmly. “No one stays behind.”

The order rippled outward.

The Lithrens moved quickly with practiced coordination born from years of survival. Families found each other. Elders were supported. The children were carried.

When they were ready, Lucien extended his will.

Divine energy unfurled from him like a gentle tide.

The world shimmered.

The Lithrens vanished, drawn seamlessly into Lucien’s divine energy core. The transition felt like stepping through a door that had always been meant for them.

When the last Lithren disappeared, the mountain fell silent.

Lucien stood alone.

He exhaled slowly, satisfied.

Only then did he fully register their numbers.

Thirty thousand. Just over that.

For a civilization that had existed for millennia, it was a hauntingly small figure.

Lucien frowned faintly.

The elders’ explanations earlier surfaced in his mind. The Lithrens’ current mineral-plated bodies were optimized for survival, not reproduction. Their true forms, the ones they had long abandoned, were far more suited to growth.

The so-called breeding facilities the Alloykins maintained produced one or two Lithrens per year at best.

Lucien shook his head.

“Amazing,” he murmured. “And cruel.”

A race forced into a form that preserved labor but strangled its future.

His gaze hardened.

He would fix this world and restore it.

Perhaps one day, the Lithrens would walk again in their true forms. Not as living tools wrapped in mineral armor, but as a people who chose what they became.

Lucien closed his eyes and spread his awareness inward.

The inner world unfolded before him. Lucien already prepared dwellings where the Lithrens had arrived.

They were safe.

More than that, they were fascinated.

Lucien felt their awe ripple faintly through the core. The feeling of standing somewhere that did not hum with threat.

They were settling.

Lucien opened his eyes.

“Good,” he said softly.

The first step was complete.

Now, there were no innocents left behind.

He took the time to run the simulation through Perfect Loop once more.

Lucien closed his eyes and focused.

When he finally opened them, the day had already passed.

He smiled.

The plan could finally begin.

•••

Lucien stood upon his Voidcraft, suspended above the planet’s upper atmosphere.

Below him turned the world that had entrusted him with its future. From this height, it looked small.

Gravity, orbit, stellar radiation, and law-bound inertia held it in place with invisible certainty.

Lucien exhaled once.

Dragon Beast Mode activated.

His circulation shifted. His heartbeat slowed and strengthened. His flesh hardened just enough to endure the vacuum, radiation, and spatial pressure for a limited time.

Long enough.

He stepped off the voidcraft and stored it back into his inventory.

Ahead, the Obsidian Tower waited, already placed along a trajectory Lucien had calculated earlier. A distant celestial body lay in that direction, faint but distinct.

‘Perfect.’

Lucien raised his hand.

The slimes answered.

They emerged from his divine energy core in controlled waves, appearing beyond the atmosphere one group at a time. Thousands of Transcendent Realm slimes dispersed outward, each guided by Lucien’s will and Perfect Calculation.

They settled into position without hesitation.

Each slime took a precise place along a vast spherical formation, evenly spaced and perfectly aligned with the planet’s curvature. Together, they formed a silent shell surrounding the world.

Within Lucien’s core, the Abyssal One stirred faintly. Its attention sharpened, but it did not interfere.

The slimes stabilized.

[Master.]

[Awaiting command.]

Lucien’s gaze hardened.

“The next step begins,” he said.

His voice carried no uncertainty.

“Erase the anchoring laws,” Lucien commanded. “Only the bindings. Preserve all sustaining systems.”

The slimes responded as one.

They did not release visible energy. Their presence shifted instead.

The Law of Nihility activated.

Space around each slime appeared unchanged at first. Then the deeper structures began to falter. Gravitational definitions softened. Orbital parameters lost coherence. The invisible agreements that fixed the planet’s position unraveled at their roots.

The process was precise.

Nihility did not clash with structure. It invalidated the necessity of structure itself.

Lucien felt the change immediately.

The planet trembled.

Its mass remained. Its matter held together. Life continued without interruption.

Yet the universe no longer possessed a reference for where the planet belonged.

Anchoring laws flickered in controlled intervals. Each lapse sent subtle disturbances through spacetime as the surrounding cosmos attempted to reconcile the inconsistency.

Lucien remained still.

His divine energy could not touch Nihility directly.

Perfect Calculation tracked every fluctuation.

The slimes worked in pulses.

Activation. Withdrawal. Activation again.

Each interval lasted only moments.

The planet began to drift.

Freed from its assigned position, it moved without resistance, unclaimed by orbit or stellar authority.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed.

“Now.”

Divine energy surged outward.

It expanded in layered domains, enveloping the planet in controlled authority. Gravity bent. Mass acknowledged Lucien’s dominion. Local laws yielded to his will.

Lucien’s divine energy replaced the universe’s claim.

The instant the slimes withdrew their final pulse, Lucien closed his hand.

The world vanished.

Space folded inward as Lucien willed everything within his divine energy’s grasp into his core. The transfer completed in a single, flawless motion.

The slimes were dragged inside too, dissolving back into his inner realm

Lucien stepped onto the Obsidian Tower at the same time.

Dragon Beast Mode receded.

He turned his attention outward.

And then—

The universe reacted.

Where a world had existed, there was now an absence. An unresolved discontinuity.

The universe did not register it as loss at first. It registered it as an error.

Gravitational frameworks attempted to resolve their equations and failed. Orbital vectors recalculated and found no mass where one had been guaranteed to exist. Stellar radiation curved toward a destination that no longer answered.

The laws governing that region faltered.

Then they responded.

Gravity surged outward, seeking equilibrium. Tidal forces propagated through spacetime as neighboring systems attempted to compensate for the missing anchor. Orbital paths destabilized. Stellar tides shifted. Invisible balances that had held for eons collapsed into violent reconfiguration.

A recoil wave formed.

Spacetime convulsed as the universe tried to heal the contradiction left behind. The removal of mass was not the problem. The removal of law-defined position was.

The ripple was colossal.

It tore through the region like a delayed scream, compressing and stretching the void as causality struggled to reassert continuity.

Lucien felt it the instant it reached the Obsidian Tower.

The structure did not crack.

It endured.

The obsidian hull shimmered as ancient inscriptions awakened in sequence, drinking in pressure that would have annihilated lesser constructs. Reality bent around it, screaming silently as force displaced force.

The Tower shuddered from acceleration.

Lucien felt the force surge through the Obsidian Tower and into his senses.

For a brief moment, space twisted and his balance wavered as the recoil translated into motion. He steadied himself and let Perfect Calculation take over.

“…Manageable,” he said quietly.

The recoil did not dissipate. It transformed.

Momentum replaced chaos.

The universe itself became the engine.

The Obsidian Tower was hurled across the void. It accelerated beyond inertial travel and beyond natural drift, carried forward by spacetime’s desperate attempt to restore balance.

Stars smeared into elongated distortions.

Distances compressed.

Light lagged behind motion.

Behind the Tower, the region where the planet once existed continued to convulse. Laws recalculated endlessly.

The universe was remembering. And it was searching.

Lucien did not remain.

He withdrew inside his divine energy core.

The Obsidian Tower continued its violent transit, carried by the echo of a stolen world.

Inside, life endured.

Lucien exhaled slowly.

Now the universe would hunt the anomaly he had carved into its structure.

And Lucien intended to be impossibly far away by the time it decided where to look.

His eyes opened within the inner realm.

“This,” he said quietly, “is why preparation matters.”

The Obsidian Tower vanished deeper into the dark, borne forward by cosmic recoil.

And far behind—

The universe began to remember that something was missing.