100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Chapter 310 – Clue
Lucien did not expect the other Ancient Beings to endure.

After the Storm Roc was taken, the chamber quieted. The cages still rolled and spun, tapping against each other like crude bells… yet most of them chose silence over compromise.

Their eyes followed Lucien as he walked away and the hatred in them remained sharp.

What surprised him was what sat beneath it.

They still had enough pride and arrogance to pretend they were not helpless.

Lucien exhaled slowly.

Only the Storm Roc had cracked, just because it could not tolerate looking undignified. A creature that treated beauty as doctrine would rather bleed than be seen tumbling through the void like discarded cargo.

The others endured the humiliation like it was a trial of faith.

Lucien stopped at the edge of the chamber and turned back.

He was already shaping a negotiation that would break their resistance without giving them leverage.

But then… something changed.

The air within his senses tightened.

A shimmer appeared inside the radius of his authority as though his domain had decided to reveal a secret it had been holding.

Golden light gathered.

A figure stepped out of the radiance, shaped in the outline of a person.

Lucien’s breath stilled.

The Will of the World.

The figure’s face remained indistinct, yet its presence carried the weight of a verdict that had been delayed for too long.

It looked at him.

Then it spoke.

“Finally.”

Lucien’s eyes narrowed.

“The Will of the World,” he said. “You—”

He never finished.

The golden figure moved.

It crossed distance the way a thought crossed the mind.

He did not evade.

The light became a wisp then a stream, and then it vanished into him. Lucien felt it slide past his surface thoughts, through the layers of his consciousness, and toward the place where his spirit rested.

For a heartbeat, everything went quiet.

Then a sound rang out inside his mind.

[Ting!]

A translucent panel unfolded before his vision.

[System Updating…]

A progress bar appeared beneath it.

Lucien stared.

The bar moved… Barely.

Lucien waited for a moment, then longer.

The progress bar continued its crawl.

Lucien let out a breath and flicked his fingers.

The panels disappeared.

He stood in silence.

The Will of the World had been dormant for a long time.

And now it had chosen to move the moment he crossed the threshold.

Lucien’s gaze lowered slightly, thoughtful.

“So it was tied to the system all along,” he murmured.

The inheritance left behind by the Primordial Slime had never been simple.

He did not know what the system would become after the update.

Still, the thought stirred excitement within him.

The update progressed at an exasperating pace but Lucien had all the time in the world.

•••

Days passed.

The Obsidian Tower continued its erratic voyage through the void. Inside it, Lucien remained unhurried.

The system update had not yet finished.

The progress bar, when he checked, had moved only by an almost insulting fraction. Lucien dismissed it each time without frustration. Waiting was no longer unfamiliar to him.

Instead, he turned his attention inward.

Now that he had entered the Ascendant Realm, something fundamental had changed.

Lucien spent those days refining his understanding of his other Laws. He observed how they behaved within his domain and how they aligned themselves naturally under Creation’s authority. Some responded eagerly. Others required patience. None resisted him outright.

And yet—

Something else demanded his attention.

The Divine Energy Core.

Lucien stood still within the Obsidian Tower and focused.

Before his Ascendance, entering the Divine Energy Core had been a crude but effective process. His physical body would be pulled inside, dragged wholesale into the inner world. The core itself would remain behind, exposed to reality like a beating heart left outside the chest.

It had always been a vulnerability.

One Lucien had accepted because he had no alternative.

Now, however, that logic no longer applied.

Lucien reached inward.

The Divine Energy Core no longer felt like a container.

It felt like a boundary.

His spirit and the core were no longer separate entities stacked within the same body. They were interlocked. They occupied the same conceptual position.

Lucien’s eyes opened slowly.

If he entered his inner world now through the domain, his domain functioned as a controlled interface. His body remained present in reality. Space acknowledged the transition. Reality retained a reference point.

But if he attempted to enter the Divine Energy Core directly—

Lucien tested it.

The effect was immediate.

Lucien vanished.

The space where he had stood did not collapse inward. There was no distortion, no ripple, and no tear in reality. Also, no residue of divine energy lingered behind.

It was as if Lucien had never occupied that position to begin with.

Within the inner world, Lucien stood whole and intact.

He exhaled slowly.

“So the core is no longer located inside reality,” he murmured. “It’s adjacent to it.”

The Divine Energy Core was no longer an object that existed within the universe.

It was a folded layer of reality that overlapped his existence only when he allowed it to.

When he entered it directly, there was no external reference point because none existed.

To the universe, Lucien simply ceased to be present.

Not hidden. Not erased. But unreferenced.

Lucien’s expression sharpened.

“This is dangerous,” he said quietly.

And powerful.

If an enemy searched for him using spatial anchors, causality, or fate-based tracking, they would find nothing.

Unless—

Lucien’s thoughts halted.

‘Unless the enemy was capable of piercing bent reality itself.’

Just then…

Lucien’s expression shifted.

He realized something significant.

His mind returned to an old memory.

The small world. The one where he had been born.

He had never found its trace.

Lucien’s gaze darkened.

“What if it was never gone,” he muttered. “What if it was folded?”

The realization settled slowly.

The Primordial Slime had mastered reality at a level that did not rely on dominance. It did not shatter worlds. It displaced them.

What if the small world had been placed in a state similar to his Divine Energy Core?

A layer of existence that did not occupy universal coordinates.

A reality that only existed when referenced correctly.

Lucien’s fingers curled slightly.

“That would explain it,” he said.

It would explain why the world could not be found. Why he could not trace it. Why the universe behaved as if it had been erased without leaving a wound.

But then—

Lucien’s expression hardened.

The Black Mass monsters.

They had pierced through. Which meant one thing.

Folded reality was not invincible.

It was merely harder to breach.

Anything capable of violating conceptual boundaries, of ignoring reference-based existence… could still force entry.

Lucien opened his eyes.

He returned to the Obsidian Tower without ripple or transition. Reality accepted his presence again without complaint.

The system update remained unfinished.

Lucien did not rush it.

Instead, he smiled faintly.

“If this is how the small worlds are hidden,” he said quietly, “then finding them is not about searching the world.”

He looked inward.

“It’s about understanding where existence stops being convenient.”

And so, Lucien entered his Divine Energy Core.

He began experimenting.

Lucien extended his awareness outward, to observe. He traced the boundaries of the inner realm and found none in the conventional sense.

He pushed gently.

The space responded by offering frameworks, not resistance. Where he expected emptiness, there were layers of unrealized structure, waiting to be defined or ignored.

Lucien withdrew his touch and nodded.

“Reality is not continuous,” he said softly. “It is indexed.”

That alone was worth the breakthrough.

He turned his attention inward once more and reached for the records of Stillness Eirene had left behind.

He had encountered fragments about reality and stillness there before. Now with clearer insight, he suspected they held more than he had once been capable of seeing.

Lucien moved through them carefully.

He did not skim randomly.

Instead, he adjusted his perception, aligning it with what he now understood.

The difference was immediate.

Meanings that had once slipped past him began to settle into place. Connections revealed themselves.

Slowly… Lucien realized he was learning something new, just because he no longer approached them as he once had.

He continued reading.

He was completely absorbed.

Soon…

Lucien closed the record. His hands clenched slowly.

“So that’s how the Primordial Slime did it,” he said. “It didn’t hide them behind walls. It stepped them out of the room.”

Lucien straightened.

The path forward was clear now. He did not need to scour the Big World.

He needed to learn how to call a folded reality back into reference.

And now, he finally had a framework.

Lucien looked out across his inner realm.

“I will find them,” he said quietly. “And this time, I won’t leave them behind.”

Far beyond the inner realm, the Obsidian Tower continued its silent passage through the void.

And somewhere between existence and omission, small worlds waited to be remembered.