[{"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-398":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},749697,994,"Chapter 398 - Discovery","100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-chapter-398",398,"\u003Cp>The world returned in a single blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group stood again on the broken terrain where they fought the five Eternals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien steadied himself, then lifted his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Origin Rewrite unraveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one spoke for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morveth stood still, and the space behind his eyes looked deeper than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside him, the shell-city had swollen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of thousands of lives now moved beneath his Continuance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s gaze lingered on Morveth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle, you have a lively city inside you now,\" he said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morveth’s human throat released a low rumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A city is a vow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others turned to him as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aerolith hovered near Lucien, expression bored and mildly offended at how long adults took to breathe after doing something important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morveth lowered himself to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat like a mountain choosing to become still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around him thickened with Continuance, but it felt different than in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was quieter and more intimate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shelter-law rather than a war-law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien understood the mechanism before Morveth explained it, but the explanation mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A normal creature housed people like cargo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morveth housed people like a pact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within his shell-space, distance was negotiable. Time was negotiable. Even \"outside\" was negotiable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But \"ownership\" was not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morveth could not simply absorb hundreds of thousands of lives and call it power. Not without breaking the laws that made his shell-space stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he did something more elegant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He offered a covenant, a non-coercive agreement that allowed their presence to become structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was similar to Symbiotic Fusion, but fundamentally different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not fuse with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let them become part of his shell’s definition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In exchange, he granted them Continuance within his domain. Protection. Sustenance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A promise that inside him, they would not be dragged backward into chains by someone else’s Law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people inside did not need to know the terms in scholarly language.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They only needed to accept one simple truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside this shell, they could live in peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the one who held them would ensure their \"home\" remained protected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mother pulling her child closer and whispering, \"We are safe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fighter said, \"I will not run again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wounded man believing for the first time in days, \"Tomorrow exists.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each belief was a thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Morveth gathered threads the way a void being gathered stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all lives anchored equally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were too broken to believe. Some were too numb to accept shelter without fearing it was another trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And some, despite being mortal, carried fierce cores that could become load-bearing pillars inside Morveth’s shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morveth’s aura rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It climbed in slow, deliberate steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pressure pressed outward and the world’s dust shifted under it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Condoriano’s feathers bristled, then settled again as he judged the rise and found it acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saber’s gaze narrowed, pleased in the way predators appreciated allies who grew sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kira watched with the expression of someone who respected procedure more than ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aerolith drifted closer to Lucien and tugged lightly at his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are we going again soon?\" she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien glanced at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Soon,\" he replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded, satisfied, and floated back to hovering boredom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morveth’s aura climbed toward the threshold that tasted like extinction, the edge where the world began to treat you as a calamity rather than a person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It held at the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morveth opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I could only do so much,\" he said. \"The shell accepts quantity. The shell demands quality.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you need stronger anchors,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stronger convictions,\" Morveth corrected. \"Or stronger beings. If one with greater weight lived inside me willingly, my shell would learn a heavier definition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien felt the team’s mood stabilize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An extinction-grade ally at the entrance of his old terror was still an extinction-grade ally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the entrance was enough to fend off packs of Eternals if needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It changed the math.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Morveth consolidated his strength, the others lowered themselves to recover as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien sat as well, and forced his thoughts into order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind wanted to chew on Virel and Aniel again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wanted to dig into the impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not let himself drown in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, like a hand tapping his skull from the inside, a voice brushed his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Little brother. Are you there?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s eyes widened a fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sister. I am here. How are you?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reply came fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[We escaped the Black Mass monsters. I am in the West Continent.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s gaze sharpened with sudden, bright intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Great. Please stay there. I will return soon.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Good.] Astraea paused, then her tone shifted into mild amusement. [I met a feisty young lass here. I think you mentioned her before. Marie, was it? She has an odd power.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien went still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[If it is a weird loud girl, then yes. That is probably her.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien could almost feel Astraea staring at whoever was beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[She is quieter than your description. But when I said your name, she became... energetic. She wanted me to send a message.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marie, quieter, was suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[What message?] he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I do not understand the language. She insisted I repeat it exactly. I will attempt.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Astraea, with the solemnity of an ancient being reciting a sacred text, said in crisp English...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Motherfucker, you are alive!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without permission, a smile formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That vulgar joy was Marie’s signature more than any scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short breath escaped him, almost a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sister... yes. That is her.] Lucien’s smile lingered. [Tell her to wait. I have a way back. Tell her to build strength.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea’s response came with a slight delay, as if she was relaying it to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Done.] Another pause. [She says you will be surprised by a gift when you return. She and \"Eirene\" will be waiting.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s eyes softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eirene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He assumed it must be about the land she had promised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Then I will finish my business here quickly.] His voice in the connection turned steady again. [Wait for my good news.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea’s presence shifted, already moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Good.] Her voice carried faint amusement. [This continent is also in chaos. I will teach some toys a few lessons first.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien recognized the meaning behind the casual phrasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astraea was about to solve problems violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she should.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her connection withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morveth rose slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked heavier now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stronger in the way fortresses became stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien stood as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others followed, one by one, like a pack re-forming after a hunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The next destination,\" Lucien said, voice calm and procedural, \"is the small world split-open site.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kira’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do we fight?\" she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" Lucien replied. \"I just need to look for a while.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anvil-Horn’s horn gleamed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then we walk again,\" he rumbled. \"And see what the world has nailed shut.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aerolith bounced once in the air, excited that they were finally moving again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, they set off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as they stepped toward the split-open site, Lucien felt the brand on his spirit pulse faintly, as if something far away had noticed the shape of his movement and begun to smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already split a part of his thoughts away, assigning it a single task. To dissolve the mark branded onto him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked, that fragment of thought worked continuously, eroding the brand layer by layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even under the Law of Nihility, the progress was slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mark left by an extinction-grade existence was never meant to fade easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already attempted another approach earlier. Structural Insight had unfolded within him, searching for weak points to edit or collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the structure had resisted him. Every time he tried to tug at it, the backlash had been immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like attempting to punch a hole through an indestructible pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, there was only one viable method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradual erosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would reduce it to nothing, grain by grain, with Nihility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, despite his composure, a quiet unease lingered in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head, forcing his thoughts back into order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he reached into his Inventory and retrieved the Spatial Compass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He activated it and fed it a single directive. Locate the Liberator who had emerged from the small world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The needle stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s eyes brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, it angled decisively—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it did not stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The needle continued to turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>North. East. South. West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A full rotation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s expression shifted from anticipation to sharp confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What does this mean...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spatial Compass was not malfunctioning. He could feel its logic running smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The needle’s motion was not erratic, unlike when he had used it back in outer space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was measured, as if communicating something more complex than direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pointing everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien’s gaze narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could it be...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was indicating every direction, then the conclusion was not mechanical failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was multiplicity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The presence he was tracking was not fixed to a single coordinate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was diffused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distributed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucien exhaled slowly as understanding settled in like cold rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No wonder even the Eternals failed to locate her,\" he said quietly. \"This human... has chosen a method that does not exist on a map.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1580,"2026-06-02T12:10:39.046Z",1,"novelbin.me","5846ac005d52fbc5e3405ea1ed484bea58e9019815c64791a0d675ed45307a64","100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-chapter-399","100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-chapter-397",572,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F100-drop-rate-why-is-my-inventory-always-so-full-cover.jpg"]