100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 349 - Two Point Zero

Above the newly revealed world, the void hesitated.

The first presences arrived like hunters scenting blood, only to find the trail vanish under their feet. They had felt the presence of people for a heartbeat, and then it was gone again as if the universe had changed its mind.

More arrived.

Bright signatures, heavy ones, quiet ones.

None of them spoke aloud. In the void, voices were luxury. Intent was cheaper.

And intent was everywhere.

A new world meant resources.

A new world meant growth.

A new world meant leverage.

The presences kept distance from each other. Not because they feared battle but because they understood the rule of first contact.

When a prize appears, allies are simply enemies who have not decided what angle to bite from.

One presence drifted closer to where the world had been, probing the empty space with a patient pressure.

Another answered with a sharper pressure, warning it off.

A third arrived, and the air around it tasted like sanctified steel.

Judges. Predators. Saints. Thieves.

All staring at the same blank patch of nothing.

For a moment, it looked like the void might hold its breath and decide to wait.

Then a fourth presence slid in, colder than the rest.

It did not circle.

It anchored.

The space around it tightened with ownership, and that was the spark.

Wary distances shrank.

Curiosity turned into posture.

Posture turned into threat.

A battle was not yet happening.

But it had already begun in the only place that mattered.

In the decision of who would strike first.

•••

Far away from that gathering storm...

Lucien’s group moved through the void inside a corridor of controlled impossibility.

It looked like a stretch of space that had decided to behave for a few travelers out of respect.

Stars elongated into thin white lines, then snapped back into points. Constellations slid past as if the sky were being turned like pages.

Lucien felt the difference immediately.

This was real travel.

It was so fast that his earlier years inside the Obsidian Tower suddenly felt absurd. Like he had been rowing a boat across an ocean, only to learn that airships existed and nobody had bothered to tell him.

He kept his expression calm. Earlier, he had already pushed the Obsidian Tower deeper into his divine energy core.

Few people needed to know he carried a fortress.

Ahead of them, Astraea moved like a disciplined tempest. Her lightning traced the corridor’s edges like writing.

Vaelcar followed in silent weight. Scripture spun with constant attention as if it were counting every hostile thought that wandered too close.

And beside them traveled the Eternal Serpentile, the one who had shouted first and cared second.

He moved with his Law wrapped tightly around the group.

He was especially attentive to Lucien. Since Lucien was still in the Ascendant Realm, he added another layer of protection around him.

Kaia walked close, glancing at the endless dark with obvious irritation.

"I hate the void," she said. "It is too honest. You cannot even pretend you are safe."

Darian’s eyes flicked over the corridor and the stretched stars.

"I love the void," he said. "Everything is quiet enough that you can finally hear how stupid your thoughts are."

Kaia, of course, hit him on the head.

Lucien smiled.

He could have expanded his domain and used it as a buffer against the void, but he let the Eternal cover him.

He could save energy that way.

Especially when his spirit still felt like a constellation held together by threads that did not trust even him.

...

They traveled in this moving silence for a while before the Liberators began to talk properly.

The Eternal Serpentile had carved the path with law so sound could exist in the space inside it.

Kaia leaned toward Lucien as if gossip in the void was a sacred tradition.

"By the way," she said, "you never asked his name."

Lucien’s eyes flicked to the Eternal.

"I was trying not to provoke another scolding," Lucien said.

Darian looked delighted. "Ask him. Ask him. This is the only way we survive as a family."

The Eternal Serpentile sighed like a man who had been cursed with children.

"I am called Moltsage," he said, "and before any of you decide to call me uncle, understand that I have thrown meteors at relatives for less."

Velun’s mouth twitched.

Kaia pointed at him. "He is Velun’s uncle."

Lucien looked at Velun.

"That explains why he is so well-behaved."

Velun stared straight ahead, ignoring him.

Kaia’s grin returned.

"He integrated the Law of Molting long before Velun was born. His Molting is not about escape. It is about rewriting what escape means."

Moltsage glanced at Lucien. "Your friend here uses Molting like a trick. I use it like a doctrine."

Velun did not deny it.

Darian made a thoughtful sound.

"Uncle Moltsage here is a big deal in the organization."

Moltsage’s eyes narrowed. "If you call me that again with that tone, I will teach you how to molt your tongue from your skull."

Darian nodded rapidly. "Understood. Respected. Appreciated."

Kaia laughed.

Lucien listened.

It was strange.

The Liberators had been brave against even emperors.

Now they were children again in the presence of someone who cared enough to be furious.

That told Lucien more about their organization than any formal explanation could.

Still, explanation came.

As stars stretched and snapped back, Kaia began to speak about what their organization.

The Liberators.

"Hundreds of years," Kaia said. "That is how long the Liberators have existed in the Big World... or so I was told. We do not announce ourselves. We do not plant flags. We do not build temples."

Darian nodded along.

"We are a rumor," Darian said. "A rumor that helps you before you realize you needed it."

Rhazek added, blunt as always, "We are secret because the moment you become public, you become property. Every faction will want to own you."

Seryth’s eyes stayed on the corridor.

"Only the Celestial Race knows about us," she said.

Lucien looked at him. "Only them?"

Kaia nodded.

Moltsage’s voice came in from the side.

"The Celestial Race is our friend," he said. "They protected our secrecy."

Lucien realized something.

Variables.

That was what the Liberators were.

Astraea spoke.

"Then you have survived," she said, "by being necessary and inconvenient. That is the only way hidden blades are allowed to exist in a world full of emperors."

Kaia glanced at Lucien.

"The leader gathered us," she said. "Not in one day. He suddenly appeared and began gathering trusted allies. Low-key. Like someone building a key while pretending he was only collecting metal."

Lucien’s brow lifted.

’Hundreds of years. And the leader has never stopped moving.’

Moltsage’s gaze sharpened.

"I was born in the Big World," he said. "I was not from any small world you spoke of. I was simply... found."

He paused.

"He helped me reach Eternal Realm."

The corridor seemed to tighten with the weight of that statement.

Lucien’s thoughts ran ahead like they always did, then hit a wall.

What cheat did the leader have to elevate others into Eternity?

What kind of man could build an organization that acted unseen, survived for hundreds of years, and still had time to rescue the world?

Lucien exhaled slowly.

He had initially thought they would be an obstacle to him. He believed their views and perspectives would inevitably clash with his.

But now...

’It seems the Primordial Slime chose the right people to reincarnate,’ he thought.

... 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The corridor carried them onward.

They passed a planet the color of rust. Then one wrapped in pale rings. Then a small moon that had been cracked like an egg and never repaired.

Each world floated in silence, indifferent to their passage.

Then, ahead, something familiar appeared.

A blue-white sphere. Clouds. Oceans. A curve that looked like home, even if Lucien knew it was not.

"That is it," Kaia whispered.

Lucien did not speak at first.

The planet resembled Earth too closely to be coincidence.

Even the distribution of blue and white and green looked like a deliberate echo.

He felt something he had not felt in a long time.

Homesickness.

Moltsage’s voice cut through the quiet.

"Yes," he said. "That is our world."

Then his mouth curved with faint amusement.

"I do not know why," he said, "but the leader called this planet Earth 2.0."

Only Kaia and Lucien seemed to understand why.

They glanced at each other and smiled.

They did not need to explain. The name alone carried too much.

Moltsage’s gaze returned to the planet.

He lifted a hand.

The corridor adjusted. The stars stopped stretching.

Space ceased being a road and became distance again, just long enough to let the planet’s presence fill their senses.

"Welcome," he said, "to Earth Two Point Zero."

From this close, Lucien saw faint patterns in the atmosphere. Formations layered into the air like invisible circuitry. Defensive geometry so subtle it looked like weather.

His excitement rose again.

Moltsage’s tone sharpened into command.

"Everyone," he said, "prepare. We enter under veil. If anything follows our trail, I will peel it from reality."

Velun muttered, "He always says that."

Moltsage answered without looking at him, "And it always works."

Soon, the planet swelled in their vision.

And as they descended toward Earth Two Point Zero, Lucien could not shake the feeling that he was not only approaching a refuge.

He was approaching the center of someone’s long, unfinished plan.