100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 326 - Suppression

Divine energy slid out of Lucien in a slow breath, and touched the earth as gently as a fingertip testing water.

The ground answered.

Lines surfaced beneath the ruined field. It was faint at first then it sharpened into a vast, interlocked lattice. Circles within circles. Runes nested inside spirals. A matrix so intricate it looked less like writing and more like the skeleton of a thought.

The Covenant-Breaker’s eyes narrowed.

The goblin mage stiffened as if he had smelled something impossible.

Lucien’s smile did not reach his blood-red eyes.

He had not used Dominion Circles. He had not used Phantom Ink.

Those methods were goblin skills. The moment he traced the first stroke, their mage would have tasted it and interrupted.

Instead, Lucien had carved the formation through a different skill.

Imprint Manifestation.

He felt the system’s warning echo again.

[Ting.]

[Warning: Imprint Manifestation consumes mental stamina and spiritual cohesion. Attempting to imprint Law-bound concepts may result in memory erosion, conceptual backlash, or partial self-fragmentation.]

Lucien’s vision swam for a heartbeat.

His thoughts frayed at the edges as if someone had dragged a blade along the inside of his skull. Every rune he had "imprinted" had not been drawn. It had been remembered into existence. It had been forced into reality through sheer insistence.

Perfect Loop had found the one with the highest success rate.

And it had demanded payment.

Lucien’s knees almost buckled. His lungs burned like he had been running for days. If the Origin Core fragment had not been feeding him pure energy without pause, he would have collapsed before the final node completed.

But the lattice had bloomed.

Whole.

The field shivered as the last ring locked into place.

Then the air thickened.

A pressure fell.

A suppression so absolute it felt impolite to resist.

Astraea’s eyes widened in recognition.

The Serpentiles jolted as if yanked by invisible chains.

The two humans froze mid-step.

Even the Covenant-Breaker’s staff flared in sudden alarm.

Lucien exhaled slowly, tasting iron.

"Realm Suppression," he murmured.

His voice sounded far away.

"Layered with Law Suppression."

They were the same formations in the Ruins of Stillness. He had memorized them from the records, and now he had carved them into reality with his own hands.

The effect rippled outward like a tide.

The world listened. And then the world forgot how to listen.

It hit all of them at once.

Their realms collapsed.

By decree.

Celestial fell away like a crown ripped from the head. Edicts lost their authority. Laws went silent in the marrow.

For a heartbeat, it was as if everyone’s spirit had been returned to the same crude starting line.

Mortal.

Lucien felt it too. The dragon-weight in his bones dimmed. The myth in his presence thinned. The roaring laws inside his veins quieted into an uncomfortable hush.

But his eyes remained red.

And his smile remained sharp.

The Covenant-Breaker’s expression twisted.

He lifted the Void Corruption Staff at once. Miasma surged, crawling off the artifact like rot made tangible. He tried to stain the void around himself, to corrupt the medium of suppression and tear a hole through it.

Astraea moved instantly.

She did not waste time adjusting to the new limitations. She refined herself in reverse, shedding her human convenience and returning to what she truly was.

Storm Roc.

Under Mortal suppression, her beast-form mattered. Her body was a weapon. Her wings were engines. Her talons were lawless execution.

She slammed down between the Covenant-Breaker and the formation’s heart.

"Breaker of oaths," Astraea thundered. "You will not touch the root."

The others did not hesitate either.

The moment their Laws went silent, they did what survivors always did.

They attacked anyway.

Steel drew. Fire rose. Scales hardened. Wind sharpened into cutting pressure.

They could not invoke Law.

But they could still cast magic.

Mana still moved. Skills still worked.

Technique still killed.

And for the first time since the emperor arrived, the Covenant-Breaker could no longer stand beyond reach as an untouchable phenomenon.

Now he was simply an enemy in front of them. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

A dangerous one. But tangible.

The goblin mage hissed and snapped his hands into motion, trying to counter with formations, trying to force dominion circles into the field, and trying to rebuild a ladder back to superiority.

His fingers moved in familiar patterns. His eyes flashed with ugly certainty.

Then Lucien disappeared.

Slip Through Shade.

He emerged behind the goblin mage like a nightmare stepping out from a candle’s edge.

Lucien’s bloodshot gaze locked on the mage’s spine.

The goblin mage tried to speak.

Nothing came out.

Sound still belonged to Lucien.

And even without the Stillvoice Conduit, Edicts were dead inside the suppression.

He could only look.

Lucien raised the Timefold Capsule.

The small void-pocket unfolded in his hand like a black flower opening under moonlight.

Then Lucien released what he had been hoarding.

Collapse. Chaos.

They spilled out together. Not as a spell being cast but as an already-born catastrophe being unsealed.

The ground detonated with wrongness.

Space folded, then cracked. The air screamed as direction and distance lost agreement. A shockwave tore through the goblin mage and shredded his formations mid-birth.

His body was thrown forward.

He slammed into the earth, coughing blood.

The stored attacks were powerful enough to tear apart a portion of the goblin mage’s body.

Yet he remained alive. After all, a Monster King’s flesh was forged to survive even the void itself.

That’s when Lucien stepped in.

Morphis shifted into a dragon’s mouth in his palm. Divine energy pooled inside it, compressing into a beam that made the air tremble.

The goblin mage’s eyes widened.

He tried to speak.

He could not.

He tried to crawl.

His limbs did not obey fast enough.

Then he tried something different.

He stared at Lucien with eyes shaped into false innocence, puffed and reddened as if pleading for mercy.

Though no sound emerged, the pitiful look was deliberate.

In truth, it was nothing more than a deception, crafted to make Lucien lower his guard for a fleeting instant before the strike came.

Lucien tilted his head slightly, almost thoughtful.

His grip on Morphis loosened as if granting the creature one final illusion of mercy.

He sighed.

"Be a good goblin in your next life. But then again..."

Then he mocked him with a line that did not belong in this world, delivered in a voice that absolutely did.

"A good goblin," he said softly, "is a dead goblin."

The beam fired.

It punched through the goblin mage’s chest and carried him backward into the soil, carving a smoking trench.

The goblin stared at Lucien. Its final look was steeped in treachery and spite.

The body twitched once.

Then went still.

The remaining presence at the field’s center became heavy.

Only one enemy remained.

The Covenant-Breaker.

He did not howl in grief.

He did not scream in rage.

He simply turned.

And the air around him shuddered as if the world itself was recoiling from the attention of something ancient and offended.

His chaos attribute bloomed in a violent haze, even without Law, even without Edict.

Astraea lashed him with wind that did not require Law to be lethal. She used pressure, angle, and momentum like a blade-master uses steel. She spread chaos away from the others, carving corridors of clean air.

The two humans surged in together.

Fire met wind.

A firestorm formed by physics made angry.

The Serpentiles struck from flanks. Their movements were tighter now because Law could not compensate for mistakes. Only skill could.

The Covenant-Breaker’s staff flared again.

He tried to activate it, to corrupt the suppression itself.

But Astraea slammed into him like a falling storm-front and drove him sideways, forcing his stance to break.

"You seek loopholes," she spat. "You were born from loopholes."

The goblin emperor snarled back.

"Beast," he hissed. "You are a song that forgot its ending."

Lucien walked forward through stillness.

"I did not wish to use this formation," Lucien said. "It is boring."

He raised his gaze.

"But you have walked in my world for too long."

His eyes narrowed.

"I do not tolerate pests in my domain."

He vanished again.

Slip Through Shade.

He reappeared beside the Covenant-Breaker and drove a punch toward the goblin’s ribs.

The blow met empty air.

The Covenant-Breaker had moved with pure, infuriating experience.

Lucien’s fist hit only wind.

The goblin emperor reappeared at distance, snarling curses that sounded like ancient funerary rites.

"You thief of thrones," he spat. "You counterfeit heir. You crawling blot on the stone’s memory."

Lucien smiled as if the insults were compliments.

The staff flared.

Lucien slipped beside him again.

The Covenant-Breaker vanished again.

This time, the others were waiting.

Astraea forced him toward a ridge of broken earth. The human woman’s knuckles cracked against his guard, forcing him to twist. The human man raised a sheet of flame like a wall to deny him the clean retreat.

The Serpentiles intercepted his angles.

He blinked from one opening to another.

Each time he appeared, someone was already there.

Each time he tried to build rhythm, Lucien stole it.

Lucien’s grin widened.

He stopped treating it as a duel.

He treated it as a hunt.

Then Lucien lifted his hand.

Eclipse magic unfurled. A Yin-Yang formation formed under the Covenant-Breaker’s feet like a seal being stamped into the ground.

From its core, chains rose.

Black and white.

They wrapped the goblin emperor’s limbs and torso in a choking lattice.

The Covenant-Breaker snarled and fought them. His muscles strained and his staff flared.

The chains tightened.

Lucien inhaled sharply.

And felt invigorated.

The miasma the staff had been bleeding into the air was being dragged into the chains, siphoned, and fed through the Origin Core fragment. The fragment devoured the rot and converted it into clean divine energy like a furnace that refused to acknowledge poison as poison.

Lucien’s eyes sharpened.

The Covenant-Breaker’s eyes widened for the first time.

His staff flared violently.

The chains cracked.

Lucien did not wait for them to break.

He opened the Timefold Capsule fully.

And released everything he had stored.

Collapse arcs.

Chaos distortions.

Suspended catastrophes that had been frozen mid-arrival.

They surged toward the Covenant-Breaker like a storm of his own sins returning home.

Dust and smoke erupted.

The field vanished into a cloud of ruin.