100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Chapter 315 – System Update
Outside the Obsidian Tower, space began to behave like something that could be gripped.

Lucien felt it even through the layers of the obsidian walls. The hull did not merely accelerate. It reoriented. The void ahead compressed while the void behind loosened as if an unseen hand were kneading distance into a thinner and thinner sheet.

Kharzun… was pulling.

Every few breaths, the tower lurched through a clean discontinuity. There was no crash of impact. Just a momentary, stomach-deep wrongness as the universe rewrote the tower’s “next location” like a line being corrected mid-sentence.

Space leap after space leap.

Lucien sat in the center of the inner chamber. His blood-red eyes were half-lidded and he let his senses ride the distortions.

Kharzun was not teleporting the tower in the crude sense. He was laying a path.

A corridor of compressed coordinates, anchored by a sequence of overlapping “nearby” points. Each leap shortened a span of interstellar distance into a local step, then discarded the excess like shed skin.

A road made of folded geometry. Magic but with structure.

In simple words…

If the void were a fabric, Kharzun was pinching two far points together, stitching them for an instant… then walking the tower across the seam before letting the seam dissolve behind them.

Lucien could feel the aftertaste of each leap. The faint spatial shear, the residual tension along the tower’s edges, and then the settling as reality agreed to the new arrangement.

‘Kharzun’s Domain Art,’ Lucien thought.

He closed his eyes.

His thoughts were burning.

He sat cross-legged and let stillness settle over him again, not because it soothed him but because it gave him leverage over himself.

He did not run.

There was nowhere to run.

As long as they believed he was the Ancestor, no gargoyle would dare disturb his stillness without a justified reason.

And Harold…

Lucien’s jaw tightened.

He could not erase Harold yet. Killing him now would create ripples Kharzun would feel. An emperor did not need proof to become suspicious. He needed a pattern that did not fit.

Lucien exhaled slowly.

Then the hunger rose again.

Not hunger for food.

Hunger for blood.

An itch behind his eyes. A pressure in his hands. A constant predatory suggestion that every problem could be solved if something screamed first.

Lucien clenched his stone talons until the plates creaked.

Only now did he feel the true cost of Origin Rewrite.

Before, the side effects had been petty and almost comical.

When he wore Lootwell the Wolf Beastman, honesty and directness came too easily. When he mirrored Nephralis and Varkhaal, a faint urge to clash and dominate had colored his thoughts like smoke.

Those impulses had been shallow overlays, just traits sitting on the surface of the mind.

He had always been able to shake them off.

This time was different.

The Gargoyle Emperor template was not merely a body. It was a hierarchy pressed into flesh. It carried millennia of predatory law, the kind that did not ask whether it should kill, only whether killing would be efficient.

And Lucien had tried to wear it while the target existence was far above what his identity could safely contain.

So the rewrite did what the skill was designed to do.

It converged him.

It pushed his structure toward the creature’s “true shape,” and the closer it pushed, the more the instincts stopped feeling like borrowed impulses and began feeling like truth.

Lucien’s throat vibrated with a low growl he did not intend to make.

His Divine Energy Core pulsed.

Deep inside it, the fragment of Origin Core answered with a stabilizing weight like a hand placed on a shaking spine.

It dulled the most extreme surges by giving his spirit something to hold onto.

But the side effect was too heavy to smother in one breath.

This was not a mood.

It was structural contamination.

Lucien steadied his mind anyway.

He let the violent impulses pass through his awareness and refused to act on them. He observed them the way he observed a storm from behind thick glass, naming the shape of each urge, tracing its origin, and watching it weaken when it found no purchase.

A brief meditation.

A thin margin of control.

Enough.

When his eyes opened again, the void-leaps continued outside and the tower’s corridors hummed with the echo of Kharzun’s road.

Lucien lowered his gaze.

He needed a plan to survive. Again.

Lucien pushed the thought aside and redirected his focus to the one matter he had delayed earlier.

The system.

If the system truly had become intelligent… then asking it was faster than guessing.

He spoke softly.

“System. Report changes after the update.”

A familiar sound rang inside his mind.

[Ting.]

A panel unfolded. Less like a dead script and more like an interface that had learned what “conversation” meant.

[Summary: 3 changes detected.]

[1) Assisted Interface Unlocked]

[I can now answer Host inquiries regarding system functions, restrictions, and compatibility. I cannot predict external entities, but I can explain system rules and consequences.]

[2) Craft Feature Expanded: Observational Registration]

• [Blueprint/recipe can now be registered by direct contact and inspection.]

• [Once registered, the base pattern is stored.]

• [Material substitution is permitted if the substitution preserves functional logic.]

• [If logic fails, output will degrade rather than collapse (quality loss instead of total failure).]

[3) Codex Safeguards Expired]

[Spiritual locks connected to the Codices have weakened. Protective restrictions are no longer required.]

[Command available: Remove all Codex Restrictions?]

[Yes / No]

Lucien did not hesitate.

“Yes.”

[Processing…]

[Detaching safeguard seals…]

[Stabilizing ownership imprint…]

[3… 2… 1…]

[Ting.]

[Restrictions removed.]

[Codices confirmed: fully synchronized to Host.]

[All dormant functions released.]

Then, without being asked, another line appeared.

[Ting.]

[Resonance detected.]

[Monsterdex has unlocked all dormant potential.]

Lucien’s eyes narrowed.

He stared.

Then his mind clicked into place.

The three codices were not separate treasures. They were a set.

Skillpedia and the Magic Book had been carrying spiritual restrictions for a reason. Not just to “hide” things but to prevent hostile extraction, possession, or backlash from the lingering remnants of their previous owners, his parents.

Now, the locks were gone.

Resonance flowed.

Monsterdex responded the way a limb responded when a cast finally shattered. Not because it “copied” the others, but because the set’s restrictions had been removed.

Lucien exhaled slowly.

‘So the tomes were restricted all along. And more than that… there are still dormant potentials? I thought I had unlocked everything.’

The realization settled heavily.

The tomes had restrained themselves deliberately, suppressing their own capabilities to protect the spirits bound to the codices.

Which meant Lucien’s suspicion was correct.

‘No wonder my parents knew far more than I did,’ Lucien thought. ‘They were using the full versions of the books all along… while I had to unlock each category one by one through progression.’

He let out a quiet sigh.

Lucien’s heartbeat deepened.

He then turned his attention to the other major update.

His Craft Feature could now register patterns from contact alone. That meant every artifact, every weapon, every mechanism he could safely touch could be turned into a stored base-form.

And matertial substitution no longer meant failure by default. It meant controlled degradation, which was far more useful in practice.

A voidcraft made of mundane metal would not be voidcraft, yes. But a voidcraft pattern expressed through lesser material might still carry echoes of its function. A weakened version, but one that existed and one that could be iterated on.

Lucien’s gaze sharpened.

Then there was his Monsterdex.

He had never valued it as highly as Skillpedia or the Magic Book.

To him, it had always been simply “his”… a convenient archive and a living space for his tamed monsters.

But the system had said its full potential had been unlocked as well…

Lucien’s hands tightened.

He could feel it.

This was not simply an upgrade. This was a door opening.

But he was not foolish enough to test it openly inside the tower.

One wrong fluctuation… and Kharzun might feel the mismatch like a predator sensing an off-note in a familiar scent.

Lucien made his decision instantly.

He expanded his domain.

Just enough to wrap him in a controlled pocket of authority.

Lucien’s expression settled into focus.

“Alright,” he murmured. “Show me what you’ve become.”

And outside, with each impossible leap, the road in space carried him closer to a gargoyle dominion that was already sharpening its knives.