[{"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-393":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},749692,994,"Chapter 393 - Memory","100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-chapter-393",393,"\u003Cp>Lucien did not lower his guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze settled on the Mirrorhorn Duants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have been truthful,\" Lucien said. \"So answer one more thing. Why did you surrender and tell everything? If it is only fear of dying, you must realize the Void-Walkers will not spare you either once they learn you spoke.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins looked at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their Synchrony tightened. Then they nodded once, together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices rang out in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"\"Because you are not dead yet.\"\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, he looked genuinely confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"\"We can identify who marked you.\"\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first twin swallowed and forced the words out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one survives after encountering the Extinction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And yet you are alive. Marked and still standing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hesitated again, then the truth came in clipped, frightened certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That means he failed to kill you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And someone who survives an Extinction is not ordinary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The mark proves it. It is not a trophy. It is a receipt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins’ eyes shifted past Lucien, briefly, to the ancient beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anvil-Horn, Morveth, Condoriano, Saber, Kira, Aerolith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not guarding Lucien like an Ascendant protected by stronger men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were standing with him as equals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins’ certainty sharpened into something almost desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We want to be free,\" the first twin said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you might be able to do what we cannot,\" the second finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Condoriano stopped laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Saber’s predatory calm seemed to sharpen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kind of silence that formed when soldiers realized a prisoner had just confessed the truth the whole war would now orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien remained still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression did not soften.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his eyes changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood why they had chosen him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he was kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he was improbable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in a world ruled by predators, improbability was the closest thing to hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s mind moved fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted them as a doorway into the Void-Walkers’ planning. As a living map of the infiltration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the cost was time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins were chained to a flaw built into them through dependency. A miracle drug that was not miracle at all. A leash disguised as salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Lucien did not know if his Laws could repair something that had been engineered to kill the patient if the leash was removed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could solve many problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could not promise what he had not yet understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let the breath out slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not lie,\" Lucien said. \"I have no guarantee I can cure you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins’ shoulders tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien continued before fear could swallow them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I can find a solution. If it exists, I will pull it out of the world with my own hands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins’ eyes brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s tone did not change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you will not walk beside us as free allies yet. Not until I am sure you will not be taken back by a whispered command.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He copied Rurik’s Transmute through Cram Session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he reached deeper to the fragments of Stillness-chain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien did not recreate the chains this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He transmuted them into bracelets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phantom Ink followed. He wrote runes into the surface in cold, elegant strokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Restriction. Suppression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien stepped forward and placed the bracelets on the twins’ wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effect was immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their aura dipped hard. Their Laws constricted like lungs tightened by deep water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Synchrony remained, but it was muffled, reduced to something manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins did not resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They flinched, but they did not fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien met their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will ask more later,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned, and stored them inside his inner realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As assets under protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or as liabilities under containment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not decided which they would become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The allied pack gathered in a loose ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind moved through broken terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kira flexed her scythes, irritation still sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morveth’s gaze remained distant, as if he was listening for pursuit even when none was present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anvil-Horn’s eyes narrowed as he stared into the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Condoriano spoke first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is not a raid,\" he said. \"It is a root.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saber’s reply came calm, and colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Parasites do not arrive loudly. They arrive early.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kira’s eyes flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And they leave the world thinking it chose the rot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anvil-Horn exhaled once through his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A war once forged can be reforged,\" he said. \"But the cost is always paid in bodies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had all reached the same conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another world-wide war could come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time, the enemy would not only strike from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would strike from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien did not speak. He did not need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His silence was agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they began meditating again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strength was currency and they had discovered the world was heading for debt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien sat cross-legged and reached into his inventory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers closed around the Memory Orb dropped by the Eternal Alloykin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien did not hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crushed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the world changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>•••\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vision swallowed Lucien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sound warped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, Lucien stood in a memory that was not his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the Eternal Alloykin in youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a metallic man with bright eyes and hands that still believed building was more important than breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood in a hall of Alloykins, their bodies gleaming with different metals, laughing as they compared integration choices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Copper for conductivity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bronze for durability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel for balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver for precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gold for resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They argued like craftsmen arguing over tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no hatred and no trace of superiority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the quiet pride of creators admiring their own craft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stranger arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Void-Walker, limping, injured, cosmic light leaking from a wound that looked convincing enough to make mercy feel natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Alloykins rushed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They helped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They carried it into shelter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fed it resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They treated it like a traveler who had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien felt the memory’s warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he felt the lie beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void-Walker’s eyes were too calm for a man dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had chosen them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void-Walker spoke gently like a friend sharing a secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There is a metal,\" it said softly, \"so rare that even the Big World itself cannot produce it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrafer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A name spoken like a promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It described Astrafer as flawless. A metal without weakness. A metal that would let the Alloykins reach their peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Alloykins listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because they were greedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because every race wanted to protect itself from extinction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory shifted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void-Walker led them to the world of Lithrens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trade began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it was beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lithrens mined Astrafer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alloykins brought goods, craft, tools, stability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both races prospered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coexistence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly, almost invisibly, the Void-Walker began to feed poison into the seams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A suggestion here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are giving too much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They need you more than you need them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You deserve better terms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It started with cheating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small and excusable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Alloykins felt the thrill of advantage and told themselves it was normal negotiation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the cheating became habit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the habit became entitlement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then entitlement became conquest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory turned darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lithrens resisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Alloykins crushed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chains replaced contracts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mines became prisons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-smiling Alloykins began to speak of \"efficiency\" and \"output,\" as if lives were numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien felt the memory’s shame bleeding through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Alloykin in the memory tried to look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was his people. His hands. His silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time skipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Alloykin reached Eternal Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood as a being of living Astrafer, proud and terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed he had reached the peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Void-Walker returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time, it stopped pretending to be a friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spoke one sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You never asked what Astrafer’s weakness was.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory jolted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void-Walker moved once, a precise gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A principle hit the Alloykin’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A resonance fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clause Astrafer could not disperse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the so-called flawless metal folded like paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eternal Alloykin fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he was weak but because the Void-Walker had always known the key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void-Walker’s voice became cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Obey,\" it said, \"or be destroyed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Alloykin’s eyes in the memory were wide with horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he realized the truth by then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been guided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been fed a ladder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once they climbed it, the ladder had been kicked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene blurred again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory showed the aftermath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Alloykins learned the truth and stayed silent out of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most continued integrating Astrafer, believing it was perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not just villains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were victims who had become villains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Void-Walker had written that tragedy like a craftsman carving a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>•••\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s vision snapped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath was steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his gaze burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So that is the truth,\" Lucien whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins had not lied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void-Walkers had been shaping the world for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeding races power while hiding the leash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as Void-Walkers remained in the Big World, peace would always be temporary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>",1515,"2026-06-02T12:10:39.046Z",1,"novelbin.me","7e183a44e2b2d6fa4ce58068df155e566ed33a4d6f4dd5f736f5a230143426ac","100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-chapter-394","100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-chapter-392",572,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-cover.jpg"]