100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 346 - Bark

Lucien and Astraea sat on a ridge of pale stone.

Below them, the shattered ground was already forgetting the violence.

Soon, footsteps crunched on stone behind them.

Lucien turned.

Darian was walking toward them with the expression of a man who had just found a sentence that would change the meaning of an entire book.

Astraea’s brow lifted.

"Well," she said. "He returns with sparks in his gaze. Speak, little flame. What did the world confess?"

Darian gave them a deep nod then a grin.

"You found something?" Lucien asked.

"I did," Darian replied. "Something the world was not trying very hard to hide once I asked the right way."

Astraea’s gaze settled on him.

"Then do not circle your insight like a timid scribe," she said calmly. "Set it before us."

Darian stopped a few steps away, drew a slow breath, and raised one hand.

"Do not think of flame as destruction," Darian said. "Think of it as interrogation. Heat forces matter to confess what it is made of."

He looked almost delighted as he spoke it, like he had been waiting all his life to use that line in front of the right audience.

Lucien’s mouth tugged upward. "Interrogation?"

"Exactly," Darian said. "A gentle question first. A harder one after. If it lies, it cracks."

He knelt, pressed his palm to the stone, and the flame that bloomed from him was not a roar.

It was a lattice.

Thin lines of fire branched outward like luminous veins, tracing patterns across the ground. The flames moved with discipline as if each tongue of fire knew its place in a diagram.

Lucien leaned forward.

The lattice sank like fire digging through earth. The stone shivered, and a faint glow bled into the rock as the flame-lines threaded downward.

Darian kept his hand steady, listening through the heat.

He spoke while he worked,

"I began at the surface," he said. "I scorched a line. The world erased it."

Lucien blinked. "Erased?"

"Not repaired," Darian corrected, and the distinction mattered. "Repaired implies injury accepted, then mended. This world does not accept the injury in the first place. It rejects the wound as an invalid statement."

Astraea’s storm stirred softly around her shoulders.

"A refusal," she murmured.

Darian nodded eagerly.

"So I tested depth," he continued. "Surface then deeper strata. I pushed heat in controlled pulses. Each one with the same intensity, the same duration, the same pattern. I used my flames as measuring rods."

He lifted two fingers.

"Here is what surprised me. The deeper the heat traveled, the faster the world corrected the disturbance."

He tapped the ground with his knuckle, eyes alight.

"At first I assumed it was density. Deeper stone conducts heat differently. But the correction was too clean. The world was not merely dispersing energy. It was... rewriting the event."

Lucien felt a prickle creep up his spine.

Astraea watched Darian as if he had become a new kind of weather. "Go on, little flame."

Darian swallowed once.

"My lattice reached a certain depth," he said, "and my flames began to change behavior."

He paused then smiled in disbelief as if he still could not fully accept it.

"They bowed."

Lucien’s eyebrows rose. "Bowed?"

Darian nodded.

"They reoriented. The lattice lines that should have spread evenly began to angle downward like iron filings around a magnet. My fire wanted to face something. It wanted to align."

Astraea’s smile sharpened.

"Flame does not kneel," she said softly. "Not unless it stands before a throne."

Darian’s eyes shone. "Exactly."

Lucien stared at the ground, imagining that hidden depth.

A force that made fire behave as if it were in court.

Darian lifted his hand and the lattice withdrew back into him.

He stood and dusted his palms.

"I cannot tell you what it is," he admitted. "I did not reach it. The moment my lattice ’noticed’ it, my fire stopped behaving like an element and started behaving like a subject."

Lucien breathed out slowly. "So there is something deep."

"Yes," Darian said. "And it is not ordinary."

Astraea looked pleased in a dangerous way.

"Then this world is not merely resistant," she said. "It is anchored."

Lucien’s thoughts ran ahead, then hit a wall.

If something beneath sustained the world’s refusal, then digging was not optional.

He felt an ache in his chest.

He suddenly thought of Marie.

If she were here, she would have laughed at the idea of "digging" and simply slid through earth like a fish through water.

Lucien rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Marie would have loved this," he muttered.

Darian blinked. "Marie?"

Lucien waved it off. "A friend. She would call us idiots and then swim underground before we finished arguing."

Just then, footsteps returned from the distance. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Rhazek, Seryth, Velun, and Kaia returned.

They looked like people who had searched an ocean for a pearl and found only sand.

Rhazek stopped when he saw Darian’s expression.

"You found something," he said flatly.

Darian’s grin widened again. "I did."

Kaia’s fatigue eased into curiosity. "Brother, what kind of something?"

Darian explained quickly.

As he spoke, the others shifted from disappointment to sharp attention.

When he finished, Velun exhaled.

He looked like he always did. But his eyes were thoughtful.

He listened to the end of Darian’s report, then scratched his cheek.

"If it is underground," Velun said, "then we do not need to dig."

Rhazek frowned. "Unless you plan to bite the planet."

Velun smiled slightly. "No."

Velun lifted a hand.

"My Law does not move me through space," he said. "It changes what counts as the same layer of reality."

Darian’s eyes brightened. "Right! You can make ’surface’ stop being surface."

Velun nodded.

"I can shed the assumption that the ground is solid," he said.

Astraea’s storm flickered, pleased again.

"A Serpentile indeed," she murmured. "You shed not skin, but certainty."

Velun shrugged as if being called profound was mildly inconvenient.

Lucien looked at the clean land and thought of how it erased scars.

"If the planet heals," Lucien said, "then tunnels will close."

"They will," Velun agreed. "So I will not leave a tunnel. I will leave a momentary disagreement."

He crouched and placed two fingers on the soil.

The ground shivered.

Velun’s Law of Molting spread in a thin ring beneath him.

It... stopped insisting.

For a heartbeat, the earth became concept instead of obstacle.

Velun looked back at them,

"Give me ten breaths," he said. "If I do not return, assume I became a lesson."

Rhazek scowled. "That is not funny."

Velun offered him a peaceful smile and then stepped forward.

He sank.

The ground accepted him the way water accepts a swimmer.

One moment he was there.

The next, the world had decided he was beneath it.

Silence held for several breaths.

Darian looked delighted and terrified at the same time. "Brother Velun is cheating."

Lucien kept his eyes on the spot where Velun vanished.

Astraea’s voice was soft. "If something down there makes flame bow... it may make flesh kneel."

Ten breaths passed.

Then the ground shimmered again.

Velun rose back through the surface as if the planet exhaled him.

His eyes were wide... with disbelief.

He stood and looked at them as if he had returned from a dream he could not explain.

Rhazek took one step forward. "What did you see?"

Velun swallowed.

"Way below," he said, "the world is hollow."

A pause.

"Not empty," he clarified. "Hollow like a cathedral. There is space. There is air. There is... presence."

Velun’s gaze flicked downward then back up.

"I saw something embedded in the heart-space," he said slowly.

He hesitated,

"A large tree bark."

Kaia stared. "Tree bark?"

Velun nodded.

"A slab of bark," he said. "It has... leaves. A few. They are not dead. They are not alive the way normal leaves are. They look like they remember being alive."

Velun continued.

"I tried to approach but... I could not."

Rhazek frowned. "Is there a barrier?"

Velun shook his head.

"Not a barrier," he said. "An authority."

Velun added,

"My Law refused to peel it. It was as if my Molting touched the edge of that presence and remembered its place."

Silence stretched.

A bark sustaining a world.

A world refusing corruption.

A world that corrected reality faster the deeper you went.

Lucien’s mind reached for something it almost remembered.

Familiar, yet slippery.

He swallowed.

Astraea was quiet. For the first time in a long while, she looked like someone weighing whether a word was too heavy to speak.

Then she whispered.

"Bring me to it."

Lucien turned to Velun. "Can you take us down?"

Velun exhaled. "Yes."

Rhazek muttered, "This is how people die."

Astraea’s smile returned.

"No," she said. "This is how legends find their roots."

Velun placed his hands on the ground again.

His Law spread wider this time, forming a ring that encompassed them.

Lucien felt the sensation like a cloak being lifted from reality.

The world loosened.

Then they sank.

The descent was not a fall.

It was a transition like stepping from one room into another when the door had always been there but nobody noticed it.

For a breath, Lucien felt the planet’s layers slide past him like pages.

Then the pressure vanished.

They emerged into a vast hollow chamber beneath the world.

The air was warm, saturated with mana so pure.

The walls were smooth strata veined with faint gold lines like the planet had grown its own scripture.

And in the center... was the bark.

It was larger than a person.

Its surface was ridged and dark, but threads of soft radiance ran through it like sap that had forgotten how to be liquid.

A few leaves clung to it.

They were pale-green and faintly luminous, trembling without wind, as if responding to a music only they could hear.

The moment Lucien looked at it, his heart lurched.

Recognition.

The same sensation as the small bark Eirene had given him before.

But magnified until it became undeniable.

This was alive in a way that did not require beating hearts.

Kaia’s breath caught. "What is that?"

Astraea stepped forward one slow pace, then stopped.

Her storm did not swirl.

It bowed.

Lucien felt his own divine energy core twitch.

Then his Origin Core fragment pulsed.

Kaia inhaled sharply beside him.

Her Origin Core fragment resonated too.

Lucien swallowed.

His mind raced, then halted on a single terrifying question.

’If this bark was sustaining the world...

What would happen to the world if it was removed?’

Astraea finally spoke as if she feared the bark might hear her and judge her for speaking too loudly.

"Could this be... a remnant of the Tree of Creation?"

Lucien turned slowly. "Big sister. You know about it?"

Astraea’s eyes did not leave the bark.

"The Tree of Creation," she said. "The first root that ever dared to hold meaning. Older than any ancient beings. Older than the names we use for time."

She exhaled.

"It is said it grew in the void itself. It simply existed, and existence learned from it."

Her gaze sharpened.

"Then something happened. A calamity too old to be recorded properly. The Tree was broken. Its parts scattered, and the universe has been scavenging its remnants ever since."

Lucien could barely breathe.

Astraea’s voice hardened into certainty.

"If this is bark from that Tree... No, it can come from nothing else. No other authority smells like this."

Lucien’s hands trembled once, then steadied.

He remembered the small bark. How it had nudged his understanding of Creation. How it had opened doors in his thinking that should not have opened.

And now there was a piece here bigger than a person.

A living remnant embedded in the heart of a world.

Rhazek finally found his voice and it was subdued.

"So that is why corruption cannot take hold."

Darian nodded. "Miasma can enter. Gargoyles can breathe it. Monsters can spill it."

He looked at the bark with awe.

"But the world has an older definition of what it is allowed to be."

Kaia whispered, "So the bark is... correcting the world."

Astraea’s smile was thin.

"Not correcting," she said. "Commanding."

Lucien felt his Origin Core fragment’s energy fill faster, a subtle refueling that made his tired body feel as if someone had poured warm light into his veins.

Kaia’s breath hitched again. She looked down at her chest as if she could feel the same.

"It is feeding us," she murmured.

Lucien’s thoughts turned cold and careful.

A mere bark could sustain a world.

That meant there could be other worlds like this.

And if the Black Mass monsters had claimed such worlds...

Then someone, somewhere, was collecting Creation’s remnants like trophies.

Lucien looked at the bark again.

He wanted it.

A sense of inevitability.