100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Chapter 307 – New World
Lucien did not slow.

He reached for his title. The Unwritten One.

Lucien did not activate it lightly. This authority was not a spell. It was an imposition upon causality itself.

He considered his choice carefully.

Soon, Lucien made his decision.

“I command the world’s law,” he said, “to forget that I ever stepped foot upon the planet of the Lithrens.”

The authority descended. The air trembled.

Lucien’s vision filled with a web of threads. The threads of existence.

He watched them shift, coil, and realign, rewriting the universe’s own recollection.

History blurred.

Causality rewrote its margins.

In the universal ledger, the planet’s disappearance remained an anomaly, but the path that led to Lucien vanished.

Lucien exhaled.

‘Another plan completed.’

The Obsidian Tower surged onward.

Within Lucien’s divine energy core, something vast shifted its attention.

The Abyssal One regarded him.

“I see,” the Abyssal One said at last.

Its voice was slow.

“So that is the inheritance it left you.”

Lucien turned slightly, alert.

“The damned slime was never subtle in its cruelty,” the ancient being continued. “To gift oblivion as casually as breath. No wonder you walked with certainty.”

The Abyssal One paused.

“If I had not been here to witness this passage,” it added, “even I might have misplaced the memory of a certain event.”

Lucien stiffened.

He turned fully toward the vast silhouette resting within his inner world.

“Senior,” Lucien asked carefully, “you know the Primordial Slime?”

The Abyssal One regarded him for a long moment.

Then it shook its massive head.

“I know of it,” the ancient one said. “Knowing and surviving are different things.”

Its presence receded.

“I have seen enough,” it murmured. “Wake me when the void grows loud again.”

The pressure faded.

The Abyssal One returned to its slumber, leaving Lucien standing alone with questions that had no immediate answers.

Lucien swallowed.

The Abyssal One had never been surprised by the slimes. It spoke of inheritance rather than coincidence. It acknowledged the Primordial Slime without fear, yet with distance.

This was no accident.

Lucien exhaled slowly.

“The Primordial Slime really does enjoy leaving mysteries behind,” he muttered.

His attention turned inward.

Toward the new world.

Within his divine energy core, the void was no longer empty.

A planet now occupied its depths.

It settled gently, guided by Lucien’s authority rather than universal inertia. The sky above its horizon shimmered once, adjusting to a new framework of rules. Tectonic pressures redistributed without catastrophe. Atmospheric currents recalibrated themselves under governing parameters authored by Lucien’s domain.

The planet turned.

Its land breathed.

It remained obedient to gravity that was no longer borrowed from the universe outside.

Quietly, new laws took hold. They integrated.

Lucien observed carefully.

His inner realm did not collapse under the addition.

The original world within his core continued its orbit undisturbed. Its gravity was isolated within its own domain. The new planet did not pull at it, nor was it pulled in return.

They coexisted.

The new world was smaller. Where the original inner world was a living continent of expanding potential, this planet was closer to a moon by comparison.

Lucien blinked and he reappeared where the Lithrens had gathered within his inner realm.

For a heartbeat, there was silence.

Then recognition struck.

Riri was the first to react. Her eyes widened as she looked past Lucien, toward the sky of the inner world.

The Lithrens followed her gaze.

Far away suspended within Lucien’s domain, their planet hung in the void.

A murmur swept through the crowd, swelling into disbelief… then awe. Some fell to their knees. Others reached out as if afraid the vision would vanish if they blinked too long.

Their world had been dying.

Now it stood before them again.

Lucien did not embellish the moment.

He met their gazes and inclined his head once.

“As promised,” he said. “I brought your world with me.”

The words settled deeply.

Riri stepped forward, her voice steady but thick with emotion.

“You truly meant it,” she said.

Lucien nodded.

“I will return you to it now,” he continued. “Your task is simple, but not easy. Bring prosperity back to your world. Shape it with your own hands.”

He raised his hand.

Light unfolded beneath the Lithrens’ feet.

The transition was gentle.

One moment they stood beneath Lucien’s sky.

The next—

They stood upon their own soil.

Stone greeted their feet. Familiar gravity wrapped around them. The air carried the scent of minerals and dormant life. Above them stretched a sky they had not seen without chains for centuries.

The mine lay nearby.

Lucien hovered above the land, watching.

Just then, his heart pounded.

A realization struck him with such force that for the first time in a long while, Lucien was left utterly speechless.

His authority… extended here.

This planet existed within his domain, and the laws governing it responded to his will just as they did in his original world.

Lucien swallowed.

That changed everything.

Carefully, he descended and settled the Lithrens near the outskirts of the mine. He did not dismantle it yet. Ruins were still part of memory, and memory mattered.

Then he lifted his hand.

He willed.

Where ancient seas had once existed, pressure shifted. Cracks spread through stone, and water surged upward from deep reservoirs long sealed. Rivers carved their paths again, guided by gradients Lucien corrected with subtle precision.

He willed again.

Where plains had been stripped bare, soil darkened. Minerals rearranged.

Grass emerged.

The Lithrens stared.

Some laughed in disbelief. Others wept openly. Children ran toward the growing fields, touching blades of grass as if afraid they might dissolve.

“This is real,” someone whispered.

Lucien smiled faintly.

Their world was healing.

Then he noticed it.

The Lithrens’ bodies.

The mineral plating that had defined them for centuries began to thin. Fractures appeared. Beneath the hardened layers, softer textures emerged. Flesh adapted. Circulation changed.

Evolution had resumed.

Lucien’s smile faded.

He raised his hand—

Then stopped.

The change was not his to finish.

He could feel the cost rising. Modifying a planet demanded sustained divine energy.

More importantly, something deeper troubled him.

The Lithrens were adapting to their world.

Not to his will.

If he forced the transformation, he would be replacing one form of domination with another. He would be deciding what they should become.

That violated the very freedom he had given them.

Lucien lowered his hand.

“I have done my part,” he said, his voice carrying across the land. “The rest belongs to you.”

He extended his palm and handed Riri a magic bag filled with carefully prepared resources. It contained tools and treasures meant to aid the restoration of their world.

“They will help,” Lucien continued. “But they will not decide for you.”

Riri stepped forward and bowed deeply.

“We will not waste this,” she said.

Lucien nodded.

Then his awareness expanded.

Beyond the Lithrens. Beyond the land.

Into the planet itself.

He felt its layers. Its scars. Its resilience. A world born in violence, shaped by exploitation, yet still capable of renewal.

Life was strange.

In a universe vast enough to swallow galaxies without notice, a single planet could still nurture people. Against probability. Existence persisted.

Lucien closed his eyes.

The laws around him peeled away. Definitions loosened. Boundaries softened.

Enlightenment surged.

He understood something then.

Creation was permission.

The universe did not build worlds. It allowed them.

And life was not a consequence of law.

It was a defiance of inevitability.

Lucien opened his eyes slowly.

A thought settled into his mind, heavy with implication.

If laws could be denied… If worlds could be taken… If existence itself required permission—

‘Then what, truly, decided what was allowed to exist?’

The answer hovered just beyond reach.

Lucien let out a slow breath.

He was already standing at the peak of the Transcendent Realm. To step into the Ascendant Realm would require more than insight or gradual refinement. Enlightenment alone would no longer suffice.

This threshold demanded a method. A decisive transformation.

If he misjudged this step, the path upward would end here.

Lucien looked upon his new people, the monsters that dwelled within his domain, and the slimes.

If he failed to advance, then his limit would become their ceiling.

That was not an outcome he would accept.

His expression hardened as resolve settled into place.

And so, he began preparing for the breakthrough.

The path to the Ascendant Realm would be opened… one way or another.