100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 316

Chapter 316: Chapter 316 – Decree
Lucien reached forward.

One by one, the tomes responded.

They did not need to be summoned.

The moment his will brushed against them, the three codices lifted from the air of his inner realm and drifted forward, hovering in a slow, deliberate orbit. Their covers glowed brightly, no longer restrained.

The aura they released was not explosive. It was a restrained menace. The kind of presence that did not announce itself loudly, yet carried the certainty of something that had survived being buried.

Lucien narrowed his eyes.

“Good.”

The tomes did not answer, but they no longer felt like tools waiting for permission. They felt aware. Aligned.

Recognizing him.

Then a thought surfaced.

“Oh right,” Lucien said softly. “System. Why did their names change?”

The system responded immediately.

[Ting.]

[Advisory: The current designations are intentional.]

Lucien frowned slightly.

“Intentional how?”

[Names carry weight, Host.]

[Certain designations function as identifiers within higher observational strata.]

[By altering the surface names, the Codices avoid unnecessary attention from entities capable of responding to true-name resonance.]

Lucien fell silent.

“…Good thing I never said their original names out loud.”

For the first time since the update, he felt a chill unrelated to danger.

“This universe is ridiculous,” he muttered. “Why does it always feel like something is watching?”

The system paused.

Then answered.

[Because there is.]

Lucien’s gaze sharpened.

“Who?”

[Query exceeds permitted disclosure.]

“…Figures.”

He exhaled slowly and reached for the first tome.

Skillpedia.

The moment Lucien touched it, the book unfolded on its own.

Pages turned without wind. Entire sections bloomed open at once. It revealed everything what had changed.

And there it was. The first change.

Monster Skills. All unlocked.

No more question marks.

Lucien’s breath caught.

Every classification was visible now. Passive and active skill. Evolutionary skills. Conditional awakenings. Synergistic effects that only triggered under specific states.

He flipped faster.

And faster.

His mind raced.

With this, he could optimize his tamed monsters instead of gambling on chance. Skills could be selected, balanced, and refined.

Then he noticed something else.

Skill Cards for monster skills. The creation interface for it was now open too.

Lucien’s eyes gleamed.

Then his attention was pulled toward the beginning of the tome.

Before the lowest rarity. Before the first skill list.

A familiar structure appeared.

Doors.

The same conceptual doors that once led him to Luke and Cienna.

The doors were still there.

But now… they were empty.

Lucien stared.

The previous custodians behind the door had departed, the system recognized Lucien as the authority.

By adjusting the pages connected to those doors, he could reshape the learning conditions beyond them. A controlled crucible.

Lucien smiled faintly.

“This alone could change how an entire race grows.”

He closed the Skillpedia and reached for the second tome.

Magic Book.

The response was immediate.

Just like the Skillpedia, restrictions were gone.

He could now create Spell Cards easily too. It was limited only by Lucien’s comprehension.

But that was not what made him stop.

Within the Runes and Magic Circles category, he saw it.

Formation Arrays.

Lucien inhaled sharply.

Formation Arrays were not spells.

They were systems. Interconnected magic circles and runes, forming structures that persisted, adapted, and interacted with their environment over time.

And now—

Creation was permitted.

He could now design arrays from scratch. Magic circles and runes could be combined with Laws. Their effects can be layered and anchored with absolute precision.

Lucien sighed as his thoughts began to turn. Plans formed one after another. The potential before him was vast, almost overwhelming. Especially the doors of his Skillpedia and Magic Book.

Lucien imagined the perfect training halls for skills and magic behind the doors.

He would have the Lithrens and even the monsters learn skills and magic there. He would shape the environments beyond those doors into perfect grounds for growth.

“…I should have had this from the start,” he muttered.

But perhaps that was the point.

The book had waited until he could bear it.

He turned to the final codex.

Monsterdex

Lucien had always thought of it as different.

Not lesser, but… personal?

But the moment his awareness entered it now, he understood how wrong that assumption had been.

The landscape had changed.

The sanctuary no longer felt neutral.

The ground itself carried weight.

Not oppressive but instructive.

Laws.

Thin at first, like mist woven into stone, but undeniably present.

They were not foreign laws.

They were his.

Creation. Reflection. Life and Death. Fragments of others he had touched and partially understood.

The depth of each Law was limited by his comprehension, but even shallow Law was still Law.

The sanctuary had become a training world. A place where monsters could grow by living inside aligned principles instead of fighting against them.

He nodded in satisfaction, then turned the page once more.

He reached the Thousand Races section.

Everything prior to the Monsterdex’s creation was recorded.

Everything after—

The Human Ancestor had died.

Lucien understood instantly.

The original owner had died, but history had not.

The Monsterdex was never meant to be complete.

It was designed to be continued.

By its current bearer.

After all, countless new races had been born after the original owner’s death and the record was never meant to end with him.

Lucien nodded.

Like the other codices, he could edit, record, and formalize what had never been written before.

This was ownership without restriction.

Just then, the Monsterdex stirred.

Its pages began to turn on their own as if eager to reveal an important change.

Then he saw the page.

A new one.

Lucien froze.

This page was different.

It spoke of Pact Formation, equal footing, and mutual recognition.

Power exchanged through consent rather than domination.

Not the familiar bond between master and tamed beast, but something far greater. A relationship founded on acknowledgment, will, and shared authority.

Lucien’s heart skipped.

“…Equals?”

This was alliance.

Calculations ignited instantly.

“This changes things,” he whispered.

Just as he was about to try something…

A ripple passed through his domain.

Lucien’s eyes snapped open as his awareness was pulled back to the Obsidian Tower.

The pressure outside stabilized.

The road through space ended.

He dismissed his domain instantly.

A moment later, heavy footsteps echoed through the tower.

The lead Monster King entered and dropped to one knee.

“Ancestor,” it said, head bowed.

“We have arrived.”

Lucien nodded.

His borrowed form radiated calm.

But inside—

His mind was already moving.

“Speak,” Lucien said. “Tell me of the dominion you have claimed.”

The Monster King straightened instantly.

“Ancestor,” he said. “This world cannot be easily found by the Thousand Races. Master Kharzun himself laid the veils upon it. Distance, direction, and intent are all distorted. Without his permission, even those who wander the void will never arrive here by chance.”

Lucien’s expression did not change.

Inside, his thoughts slammed into place.

‘That is bad.’

A world sealed by a Monster Emperor was not merely hidden. It was unreachable.

Escape routes narrowed.

The Monster King continued, unaware of the storm behind Lucien’s calm.

“We have held this world for over a decade,” he said. “Yet it is… strange. Our miasma does not take root here.”

Lucien’s gaze sharpened by a fraction.

“Explain.”

“We have attempted saturation. Infusion. Even forced convergence.” The Monster King hesitated before continuing. “The land rejects it. The atmosphere disperses it as if it were mist before sunlight. We believe the cause lies in the origin of this place itself.”

Lucien absorbed that instantly.

A world that resisted miasma was not merely unusual.

Such worlds tended to be watched.

Or protected.

The Monster King lowered his head further.

“Ancestor, since the offender has been slain by your hand, the matter that drew us here is concluded. Master Kharzun is already preparing the grand formation. Once completed, we will withdraw fully into our dominion and seal the path once more.”

Lucien’s stone talons curled slowly.

‘Too soon.’

His mind accelerated. If they withdrew now, Lucien would be trapped inside a world ruled entirely by gargoyles, with no external variables left to exploit.

He needed friction.

He needed delay.

Lucien let a moment of silence stretch. Long enough to feel intentional.

Then he spoke.

“Bound,” Lucien said. “You speak of withdrawal as if it were effortless.”

The Monster King stiffened.

“Ancestor?”

“This tower did not drift by whim,” Lucien continued. “Every path through the void has been constrained. Every force involved has already committed itself. You would leave now, without extracting value?”

The Monster King hesitated.

“You have lingered at the edge of retaliation for ages,” Lucien said. “And now, when opportunity presents itself, you speak of retreat.”

The Monster King’s wings twitched.

Lucien’s voice hardened.

“Why do you think the Thousand Races have grown bold?”

The Monster King did not answer.

Lucien answered for him.

“Because you vanished. Because you hid. Because you allowed goblins to play with tools while you waited.”

A pulse of killing intent rolled outward.

“You stand at the threshold of action,” Lucien said. “And you speak to me of withdrawal.”

The Monster King dropped to one knee again, faster this time.

“Ancestor, we obey.”

Lucien straightened.

“Then hear my decree.”

The words settled like iron law.

“You will not withdraw yet.”

The Monster King’s head snapped up, eyes blazing.

“Ancestor?”

Lucien’s gaze burned down into him.

“This world resists miasma. That alone makes it worthy of study.” His tone grew colder. “The goblins called their methods toys. I have already glimpsed their workings. Crude. Inelegant. Yet useful.”

Lucien lifted his hand slowly.

“I will remake them.”

The Monster King’s breath caught.

“You will capture those of the Thousand Races,” Lucien said. “Alive and unbroken. Capable of change.”

The chamber seemed to tighten.

“I will turn them into gargoyles,” Lucien continued. “As weapons born of refinement.”

A tremor ran through the Monster King’s body.

“It is time,” Lucien said, “for retaliation.”

The Monster King’s eyes flared crimson.

Reverence surged, mixing with long-suppressed hunger.

“As expected of the Ancestor,” he said hoarsely. “This will be reported to Master Kharzun at once.”

Lucien’s core tightened.

But he could not stop it now. To object would fracture the authority he had just reinforced.

He remained still.

The Monster King bowed deeply, then turned and departed, his steps echoing with urgency.

Lucien stood alone again.

Inside his borrowed body, Lucien exhaled a breath that did not exist.

‘I bought time,’ he thought. ‘Or I just escalated the board.’

A world that rejected miasma.

A Monster Emperor preparing formations.

And now, an order that would draw the Thousand Races closer instead of pushing them away.

Lucien’s eyes hardened.

This was no longer a matter of hiding.

This was a race between preparation and exposure.

If he failed here, there would be no escape.

Only conquest.

Or erasure.