100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 374 - Breach

Morning arrived without ceremony.

Starforge move the way it always did.

But then—

The sense of dread came. A raw, instinctive pressure rolled over the entire territory at once.

Heads lifted.

Eyes narrowed.

The barrier above Starforge dimmed like a lamp smothered by a palm.

And the sky went dark.

Thousands of Alloykins appeared overhead in a single breath of space.. They arrived like a verdict being stamped into reality.

At their front hovered one presence that made the air feel heavier.

An Eternal.

His head was crowned by a lattice of floating metallic shards, each piece turning slowly as if listening to the world’s heartbeat.

He looked down at Starforge the way a smith looked down at a flawed blade. Dispassionate, certain, almost disappointed.

Below, Starforge did not scatter.

They hardened.

Because Anvil-Horn had already forged their fear into discipline.

The Eternal Alloykin lifted his hand.

His Law flared. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Metal screamed into existence.

A spear the size of a mountain segment unfolded across the sky, made of interlocked plates and impossible compression. It assembled in seconds, dragged together by authority so clean it looked effortless.

The spear tilted.

The Eternal’s thought settled into it like a command.

And it plunged.

!!!

The barrier met it with a sound like a bell being struck underwater.

For a heartbeat, the Alloykins smirked.

Of course it would break. Barriers always broke. Cities always begged. People always ran.

Or so they thought.

The barrier suddenly lit up.

Lucien’s added formations woke like a sleeping animal sensing teeth.

The impact triggered a shift in the barrier’s logic, as if aggression itself had become a key that unlocked retaliation.

Lines of cosmic light raced outward from the formation discs Lucien had buried at the weak points. The ancient beast blood he used as catalyst surged into shape.

Figures rose from the barrier. The ancient beasts themselves.

Their outlines were carved from cosmic pressure and forged intent.

They did not roar. They arrived.

And then they lunged.

The nearest Alloykin scoffed as one of the beasts came for him.

"Cute," he said, spreading his fingers. "A barrier learned to bark."

He raised a hand to catch it.

He did not even bother drawing a weapon. He thought that his Astrafer arm could disperse the incoming force before it could become damage.

Just then—

The beast opened its jaws.

It bit down on the Alloykin’s hand.

And then...

The Alloykin’s Astrafer resonance hesitated.

It stuttered, as if it could not decide how to spread an attack that was not an attack, but a cancellation.

The Alloykin’s smirk faltered.

"How..."

The beast’s jaws closed.

It chewed.

The Alloykin’s arm vanished into crunching light. His body convulsed once like a shocked metal statue trying to remember how pain worked.

Then he fell apart.

Starforge froze.

The Alloykins froze harder.

The first kill landed before the battle truly began.

Lucien’s mouth curved faintly. He smiled like a man watching a trap behave exactly as designed.

The cosmic beasts continued their charge, ripping into the invading ranks. Alloykins fell in clumps. Their surety cracked with every bite that ignored resonance.

Then the Celestial experts moved.

A few Alloykins stepped forward with eyes like sharpened coins. Their aura flared.

They intercepted the beasts with decisive strikes.

The cosmic beasts faltered.

They were maintained by a single drop of blood and borrowed shape. They burned bright, and then they began to thin, dissolving into sparks and fading memory.

The Alloykin Eternal’s expression darkened into something ugly.

He stared at the barrier as if it had insulted his lineage.

"Despicable," he said. "You dressed your walls in borrowed fangs."

His eyes narrowed.

"But borrowed fangs break."

He raised his hand again.

Metal surged.

Another spear formed. Then another. Then a storm of metallic lances, each one poised like a sentence.

"You will not last," the Eternal declared. "Your Eternal sleeps. Your forge will be purged before sunset."

He began striking the barrier in relentless rhythm. Each impact tested where it bent, where it sang, and where it screamed.

Inside Starforge, Anvil-Horn’s command cut through the tension like a hammer blow.

"Formation keepers," his voice rang out across the yard. "Anchor the secondary arrays. Hold geometry."

Runes flared across the city’s internal structure.

The barrier responded.

It shifted from passive defense into expulsion.

The air inside the barrier thickened. The formations tried to shove intruders outward, turning the territory into a pressure chamber designed to reject foreign bodies.

Alloykins at the edge staggered as the barrier’s logic pushed against them. A few were hurled back, their bodies sparking with rejection.

The Eternal Alloykin did not move.

He absorbed the force with a grin that slowly returned.

His Astrafer resonance was not merely strong. It was imperial.

He stood against expulsion the way a mountain stood against wind.

Then he pressed harder.

Metal claws formed around his forearm, and he drove them into the barrier like a smith tearing at a stubborn ingot.

The barrier shrieked.

A line split.

A tear opened.

His eyes brightened.

"There," he said softly. "That is the sound of obedience."

He turned his gaze toward his army.

"Go," the Eternal commanded. "Show them what it means to resist resonance."

Thousands of Alloykins slipped through the tear in a controlled flood. Their bodies shimmered as they passed the boundary. Weapons unfolded from their own arms like living tools.

The Eternal watched them enter, one after another, calm as a man watching workers walk into a workshop.

Until he realized something.

His instincts suddenly snapped. A warning.

He turned at once.

There was someone behind him.

Then he saw him.

A human-shaped figure, still as a blade laid on a table.

Saber.

His fangs bared in a slow, pleased grin. His aura was quiet but it carried a law older than most civilizations.

Predation.

Saber’s eyes locked onto the Eternal Alloykin with a look that made the metal in the air feel suddenly less certain.

"Interesting," Saber said. "A smith who thinks he is the furnace."

The Eternal Alloykin’s pupils tightened.

"There is no Eternal in Starforge," he said and for the first time his certainty sounded like a statement he needed to believe. "There was not supposed to be."

Saber’s smile widened.

"That is what makes it fun."

"No wonder the barrier behaved so strangely. So it was you."

The Eternal Alloykin lifted his hand. Metal gathered again, but Saber’s Domain unfolded first.

It surged outward like a predator. It looks like a field of invisible teeth, closing around space itself.

The Eternal Alloykin’s resonance tried to spread the pressure and tried to smear the danger across distance.

But there was nowhere for it to go.

Because Predation did not strike. It decided.

The Alloykin Eternal’s expression shifted from contempt to alarm.

And then the Domain swallowed him.

•••

Inside Starforge, the Alloykins expected screaming and disorder.

They expected civilians running. Smiths dropping tools. Formation keepers panicking.

Instead they met a city already shaped for war.

Starforge fighters stood in disciplined lines, positioned precisely where the kill corridors began. Formation anchors were already active. Retreat lanes were clear. Healers were stationed behind cover, ready to pull the wounded out like precious ore.

Anvil-Horn’s voice rang across the yard, steady and iron.

"Hold," he commanded. "Do not break formation. Let them enter the furnace."

The Alloykins hesitated as the geometry resisted them. It did not feel like a city.

It felt like an engineered trap.

A Celestial Realm Alloykin stepped forward as his gaze swept over the disciplined defenders.

Then he laughed.

"So this is Starforge," he said. "I expected begging. I got choreography."

His Astrafer body shimmered as he flexed his fingers.

"Good," he added. "A purge is boring when the prey collapses too quickly."

Another Celestial Alloykin smirked, eyes sharp as coin edges.

"Do not underestimate them," he said but he sounded amused rather than cautious. "Their barrier bit us."

The first scoffed.

"It bit because it was dressed up by a coward who hid behind tricks. Tricks fade."

He raised his chin, arrogance returning like a familiar cloak.

"Resonance does not."

The lower-ranked Alloykins took courage from their leaders’ tone. Their earlier shock drained away and left only confidence.

They spread out, weapons unfolding, prepared to carve a path forward.

That was when the torn breach above them darkened.

A shadow fell through it like a verdict.

Condoriano appeared from the tear. His wings unfolded with a sound like the sky ripping open. His eyes gleamed with amusement.

He hovered for a heartbeat, looking down at the Alloykins as if evaluating a shelf of shiny curios.

"Hm," Condoriano said, almost delighted. "Metal toys."

His gaze swept over their Astrafer bodies with a collector’s hunger.

"They might fit my collection."

The yard’s mood shifted again.

Because now the invaders understood.

They had not breached a city.

They had stepped into a forge that had been waiting for them.

And the purge they came to perform was about to backfire.

Somewhere beyond the barrier, Saber’s Domain continued to close.

And inside Starforge, Anvil-Horn lifted his horn, eyes burning with command.

"Now," he said and the word landed like the first hammer strike of a war.

The battle finally began.