[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full":3,"chapter-100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-chapter-352":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","100\\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},749651,994,"Chapter 352 - Clash","100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-chapter-352",352,"\u003Cp>The corridor slowed until even breath felt loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside that stretched tunnel of night, thousands of Liberators held their stance in silence. No one spoke. No one dared to waste motion on anything that was not survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Liberators, they carried knowledge most factions had buried under myth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew about the Primordials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Lucien’s words rang through the corridor, faces changed all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not into fear. But into focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every gaze fixed on the figure ahead as if its smallest gesture could be lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stood in the void like an error reality refused to correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indifferent and unhurried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien did not move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind turned cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Of all incarnations... why this bastard?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien hated indifferent enemies more than arrogant ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrogance wasted time. Indifference conserved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indifferent killers were efficient. They are machines built for one purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea’s storm hovered tight around her shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vaelcar’s Monolith rotated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage’s expression hardened. The scolding uncle vanished entirely. What remained was an Eternal shaped by survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calculations ran behind the Eternals’ eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea and Vaelcar understood incarnations better than any here. They had lived long enough to know that an incarnation did not fight like a practitioner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It fought like a principle. And principles did not bleed easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three Eternals were ready to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet none of them could see an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in the figure’s stance, not in its aura, not even in the way space arranged itself around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no loose threads to pull and no flaws to exploit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a calm presence that made the corridor itself want to kneel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the figure moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fast. Not slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It moved like a final sentence being written.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scythe formed in its hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The void around the blade dimmed as if light had remembered it was optional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea’s voice dropped into command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three Eternals vanished from the corridor at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridor trembled as their departure tore holes in its stability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the void was naked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Law of Molting spread outward like a shedding skin. The void around the corridor peeled into layers, and one layer folded over another until a barrier existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space argued with itself and decided that entering and exiting was no longer simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridor was secure once more, and he made sure everyone inside was safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Astraea raised a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning judged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her Tempest Crown flared above her brow and storm-lines snapped into existence like spears of heaven. Each bolt carried a different frequency of destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vaelcar’s Monolith answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scripture bloomed outward. Seals unfolded like petals made of law. They wrapped the void around the figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sealed directions. They sealed distance. They sealed the idea of \"escape\" as if it were a concept that could be locked in a box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage followed, attempting to seize control of the battlefield through his Law of Molting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three Laws struck in perfect synchronization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an instant, the void became crowded with authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the incarnation lifted its scythe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slash cut through their combined Law Arts like a blade through smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not by overpowering them. By separating them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea’s lightning split into two rivers that veered away from the figure as if unwilling to touch it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vaelcar’s seals tore apart and flew outward, their scripture unraveling midair like shredded decrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage’s molted space rippled and peeled away in sections as if something had told reality it was allowed to be inconsistent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Liberators in the corridor felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands swallowed in unison. The kind of swallow that happened when the mind realized it had misjudged what \"danger\" meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He molted his location. Space shed the assumption of where he stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reappeared behind the incarnation, palm already thrust forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea and Vaelcar surged to assist, tightening the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not look like combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like three storms trying to move a mountain that refused to admit it could be moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage’s palm struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space behind the incarnation peeled, folding inward as if Moltsage intended to shear the figure’s back off the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea’s lightning speared down in layered patterns, striking from three angles at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vaelcar’s seals snapped shut around the scythe hand. The scriptures locked like a courtroom verdict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incarnation stepped once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its foot touched nothing, and the void rearranged itself to support it anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It swayed aside with minimal motion, and every strike missed by the width of an unspoken law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the scythe moved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea’s storm split cleanly. Her lightning wassevered into harmless streams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vaelcar’s seals shattered. The scriptures flared like paper thrown into fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage’s molted space ruptured. The peeled layer collapsed into itself, and for a heartbeat Moltsage’s body blurred as if he had almost been cut out of reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the corridor, the crowd shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some hands clenched white. Some mouths tightened. Some fingers curled as if they wanted to bite the void itself. Others stared at the figure in quiet horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien remained still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart was beating fast, but his gaze was cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the same feeling as the Mural World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terror that did not threaten. A terror that simply did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridor continued to crawl toward the Big World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage’s mind split.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One part fought. One part fed mana into the corridor’s governing script to keep the thousands moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not merely battling an incarnation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was shielding an entire migration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, the incarnation seemed to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its head turned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its gaze drifted past the Eternals and fell upon the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the future of the organization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon Lucien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its eyes narrowed and then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incarnation attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It moved the scythe forward with minimal motion, and a line of severance appeared in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line aimed directly at the corridor’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the thousand lives inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that instant, Moltsage vanished into the path of the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reappeared where the severance line would pass, and the scythe’s law struck him squarely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridor shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Velun’s breath caught. \"Uncle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage’s body blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, impossibly, he remained intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He... had molted the damage itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The severance peeled away from his flesh like a shed skin, drifting into nothingness as if the injury had never belonged to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage exhaled once, teeth clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You do not get them,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incarnation did not respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shifted its scythe and pressed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea and Vaelcar fought with perfect synchronization now. Their movements were so practiced they looked less like two people and more like two halves of a single ancient machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea’s storm became a rotating lattice. Her bolts struck not to hit but to herd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vaelcar’s seals layered over the herding, turning her lightning into fences and corridors, forcing the incarnation to step where they wanted it to step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage punctuated the pattern with Molting, peeling the void beneath the incarnation’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It still was not enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could not land a decisive hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time they thought they had it, the incarnation shifted by a fraction and the attack slid past as if reality itself corrected their aim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea’s teeth flashed as lightning crawled along her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We need at least five Eternals,\" she snapped. \"Back in the war, it took five to suppress one of its kind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vaelcar’s tone was slower, and that slowness made it worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the Revered Slime still walked,\" he murmured, \"it would subdue this thing in a breath.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage did not look away from the incarnation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s endure with what we have.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incarnation continued, unbothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasted nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minimal movement, maximum effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strike from that scythe carried enough certainty to wound even Eternals, and the only reason Astraea’s lightning and Vaelcar’s scripture survived was because they kept breaking, reforming, breaking again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vaelcar’s seals were a poor match. They were being cut apart too easily and without the Oath-Bound Monolith, Vaelcar would already be losing pieces of himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea’s tempest hit harder. Her storm could harm Eternals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the scythe... It divided her storm. As if storm was merely a sentence that could be edited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Moltsage’s unorthodox doctrine gave them breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He molted angles. He molted distance. He molted timing itself, forcing the incarnation to \"arrive\" half a beat later than it intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was enough to survive. But not enough to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several exchanges, the truth settled into their bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be no victory here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not before exhaustion turned their defense into a mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if the fight dragged on, the side that tired first would die first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was then that Moltsage made a decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked his hand and the Teleportation Disc’s governing focus shifted toward Astraea and Vaelcar like a baton passed mid-sprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Friends, take it,\" Moltsage said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea’s eyes narrowed. \"You... intend to remain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage did not blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We all die if we stay together,\" he said. \"You two can keep the corridor moving. I will keep this thing occupied.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vaelcar’s voice came low. \"That is a death oath.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage’s mouth curved. Not into humor but into something grim and fond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Adults protect children,\" he said. \"And one day, the world will depend on these children.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea went silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, her storm softened and something old moved behind her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she nodded once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very well,\" she said. \"We will not insult your sacrifice by refusing it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vaelcar’s scripture flared. He gave Moltsage a nod. His gaze carried quiet respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, they slipped back into the corridor, anchoring the Disc’s path, sealing its tether to keep it from being cut free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea stepped into command position. Her tempest crown brightened as she seized control of the activation sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridor shuddered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It began to pull again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fast, but moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incarnation turned to chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space around the incarnation molted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The void shed the assumption of where \"forward\" was, and the incarnation reappeared in front of Moltsage as if the chase itself had been forced to take a detour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage struck at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His domain expanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The void within it peeled into layers, each layer disagreeing with the others about what existed inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fissures formed. They sliced through the space the incarnation occupied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, the incarnation made a large move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It dodged with unmistakable intent. Its scythe swept wide as if to cut the domain apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then its own domain expanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not grand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold field of ownership that made Moltsage’s peeled space recoil as if molting could not shed what had already been defined by something older.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clash of domains created rifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality tore thin at the edges and the corridor behind them trembled as if it might unravel into open void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage’s face tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to shed the incarnation’s domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found it difficult. Not impossible but slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And slow was death here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage withdrew his domain and molted backward, creating distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incarnation withdrew its domain as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its head turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its attention slid past Moltsage again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward Lucien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not so fast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage threw his Law outward, and space molted into a trap, folding the incarnation’s path back toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridor shuddered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pulled harder now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inches became meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meters became miles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, thousands stared out through the corridor’s trembling edge, watching Moltsage fight something that moved like a principle given hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s fists clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could do nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not even last long against an Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew he stood no chance against an incarnation of a Primordial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he could do was watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And harden his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moltsage remained between them and the scythe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lone Eternal holding the line while the corridor dragged the helpless toward home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien met Moltsage’s back with his gaze, and for the first time he understood the Liberators’ true shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an organization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A promise that someone would stand in front when the universe decided to harvest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridor continued to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Big World waited ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, the void held a scythe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the next strike would decide whether \"return\" remained a word the universe permitted.\u003C\u002Fp>",2053,"2026-06-02T12:10:39.046Z",1,"novelbin.me","8f520061c3ee7bf93d0e927b3a1d6ba4cbfbfc0c767de3fda72ec9003ff9f537","100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-chapter-353","100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-chapter-351",572,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-cover.jpg"]