100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 378 - Void-walkers

The sky changed.

The Extinction-grade Void-Walker moved at last, and the world reacted like a throat tightening around a scream.

He raised one hand.

Cosmic light spilled from his palm in a thin strand, so delicate it looked harmless.

Then the strand bent.

It folded space as if space were a page being creased. The light sank into the air surrounding Saber’s Domain and with a single, contemptuous twist, rewrote the definition of "inside."

Saber’s Domain convulsed.

The unseen jaw that had ruled the sky for long found its teeth misnamed.

One moment it existed.

The next moment it was gone.

Erased, as if it had never been acknowledged by reality in the first place.

And everything inside was exposed to the open sky.

The Eternal Alloykin hovered there, drenched in blood. His resonance flickered like a dying furnace. His Astrafer pattern was torn in a dozen places and refused to mend cleanly. His eyes still burned, but his body had begun to tremble.

Near him, Saber coughed.

The backlash hit him like a mountain falling through his ribs. Blood spattered from his mouth in a thin arc. His Moonfang Smilodon form wavered, then stabilized by sheer will.

At the same instant, he blinked away.

One breath later, he reappeared within Starforge’s barrier, landing on his knees. His claws dug into the stone to keep himself upright.

The Extinction-grade Void-Walker flicked his fingers again.

A second spell blossomed.

The Eternal Alloykin vanished from where he hovered and reappeared beside the Void-Walkers as if he had been yanked by a hook lodged behind his soul.

"Useless," the Extinction-grade said, voice flat.

The Eternal Alloykin’s teeth ground hard enough to squeal, but he did not answer. He did not dare.

One of the Void Sovereigns drifted forward, seized the Alloykin by the collar as if he were a sack of scrap, and sat in the air like it was a throne. A pale glow wrapped around his hands as he began to mend the torn resonance, stitching the pattern back together with cold patience.

The Eternal Alloykin stared down at Starforge with a look that was not rage.

It was wariness.

He had seen something change in the rules.

And he had survived only because his owners had arrived.

•••

Below, Lucien was already moving.

Lucien’s own Domain expanded within Starforge.

It unfolded like a tide, swallowing everything. For a heartbeat, every living thing inside the barrier felt the world’s edge become Lucien’s will.

Even the remaining Alloykins froze.

Then Lucien acted again.

One by one, presences vanished from the battlefield.

Every Starforge member below Celestial Realm disappeared into Lucien’s divine energy core in a clean sweep, removed from the field like chess pieces lifted off the board before a heavier hand slammed down.

He took Lilith too. He needed a commander to command Starforge.

Lucien’s voice reached her directly, calm and without hesitation.

[Continue fighting. Do not worry about the outside. Finish the leftovers.]

Inside Lucien’s divine energy core, Lilith’s eyes narrowed but she did not argue. She only tightened her grip and raised her polearm.

"Third line, advance," she barked. "Bind first. Cut second. Do not break rhythm."

Even as the scene shifted abruptly, the members of Starforge moved at Lilith’s command without a single question.

Outside, a Void Sovereign noticed Lucien’s Domain the moment it expanded.

The Sovereign raised his hand and flared cosmic light toward it, a sharp-edged spell meant to pierce, destabilize, and collapse any lesser authority.

The cosmic light struck Lucien’s Domain.

For half a breath, it held.

Then the Domain answered.

The Law of Corrosion, spread across it like a hidden toxin. It ate the technique from the inside out.

The Void-Walker’s spell thinned, cracked, then dissolved into harmless sparks.

The two watching Sovereigns stiffened.

Shock flickered across their faces.

The Extinction-grade Void-Walker smirked.

"Interesting," he murmured as if he had finally been given something mildly edible.

Lucien dismissed his Domain immediately.

Not because he feared. Because he understood limits.

Maybe one or two Void Sovereign was manageable.

Four, striking at once, could crack the wrong thing.

He would not risk his divine energy core becoming a battlefield. If they tore it open, everyone he stored would die too.

Lucien let the air return to normal and stood quietly beneath the barrier like a man who had already measured the storm.

•••

They regrouped.

Anvil-Horn descended with his Celestial subordinates.

Condoriano dropped from the sky after finishing off the remaining Celestial Alloykins. His wings folded slightly, not relaxed but ready.

Saber sat down without a word and began suppressing the backlash of his erased Domain.

Kaia’s comet-fire condensed and returned to human form beside Lucien. Her hair drifted as if heat still lived inside it. Her eyes were bright and sharp.

The field went strangely quiet.

Alloykin corpses lay piled in glittering heaps, the invincible turned into scrap.

Then Lucien lifted his gaze to the Void Sovereign who had tried to pierce his Domain.

The Sovereign met his eyes.

Lucien’s mouth curved into a small, deliberate smirk.

Mockery, clean and simple.

The Sovereign’s expression twisted.

"Even an ant dares mock me?" he snarled.

He looked toward the Extinction-grade, seeking permission.

The Extinction-grade’s smile barely changed, but he gave a slow, indifferent nod.

The Sovereign’s lips pulled back.

"Good."

He and the second Sovereign drifted forward.

They crossed the barrier’s threshold. They floated in the air as if the forge-city belonged to them already.

The first Sovereign spread his arms.

Light rose around him and a familiar script unfolded.

The Starlit Codex.

Threads of starlight snapped into a lattice and drove straight toward the defenders’ spirits, a technique built to bypass armor and shatter the will directly.

It was the same cruelty they had used on Anvil-Horn.

The first Sovereign grinned.

"Pests of the Big World," he declared, "bow down."

And then—

The lattice struck.

...

One second.

Two seconds.

Silence.

"..."

Just then—

A sound echoed.

Kaia burst out laughing.

Her laughter rang off forged stone and fallen metal like bells thrown into a furnace.

"Brother Luc," she said between laughs, pointing upward, "did you hear him? Bow down."

The Sovereign’s grin froze.

His eyes sharpened.

The spiritual lattice was still wrapped around the defenders... and it was not biting.

It slid off them like water off oiled steel.

Lucien’s version of the Starlit Codex activated within their spirits like a shield built from correct interpretation.

The incoming script found nothing to hook into as if their spirits were already written in a language his technique could not overwrite.

The second Sovereign’s face darkened.

"What..."

Kaia wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, still amused.

"That tickles," she said. "Is that supposed to be scary?"

Behind her, a few Starforge Celestials smirked despite themselves.

Even the Eternals’ mouth twitched once.

The Sovereigns’ pride cracked.

And pride, when cracked, became violence.

The two Sovereigns surged forward.

•••

The Extinction-grade still looked bored even with the display.

But his eyes had not stopped moving.

He continued observing the battlefield.

Yet his gaze always returned to Lucien.

Because he had realized something.

Lucien wielded the Cosmic Attribute and in that instant, he understood why the Alloykins had failed.

Then he studied Lucien’s realm.

Ascendant.

Too low.

An Ascendant should not have been capable of shifting the course of an entire battlefield.

An Ascendant should not have been capable of relocating an entire city’s worth of people to a place beyond his perception.

His gaze narrowed.

He looked deeper.

Then he felt it.

The Starlit Codex... but not the incomplete one they wielded.

In fact, it felt superior.

The Extinction-grade’s pupils dilated for the first time.

His spirit reacted as if it had tasted a higher scripture.

He swept his gaze across the others and realized they carried the Codex’s technique too.

Then his eyes fell onto Anvil-Horn. He is awake and standing.

Very much not sleeping.

At that moment, something in the Extinction-grade’s expression shifted.

A thirst. A hunger.

As if he had finally glimpsed the very thing he had been searching for all his life.

He glanced at the Sovereign healing the Eternal Alloykin.

"Heal the metal thing faster," the Extinction-grade commanded quietly. "Then join."

The healing Sovereign stiffened and increased the output immediately.

The Eternal Alloykin’s resonance began to stabilize faster as resentment burned behind his eyes.

•••

The first clash detonated.

Starlit Codex surged from the two Sovereigns again, this time not as a net but as spears of stellar script aimed at specific points in the soul, meant to pin, fracture, and command submission.

Anvil-Horn did not dodge.

He lifted his horn.

His own Starlit Codex flared, the version Lucien had refined, and a counter-script formed like a seal hammered onto a lie.

The spears struck and dispersed into harmless star-dust.

Kaia’s flames surged, eating the edges of the script like fire eating paper.

The Sovereigns’ eyes widened.

Their technique was not failing due to strength.

It was failing due to being outwritten.

Meanwhile, Lucien moved close to Condoriano.

He thrust a vial into the condor’s talon.

The blood inside was darker than night and carried a pressure that made even an Eternal beast swallow.

Covenant-Breaker’s blood.

Lucien’s voice was low, urgent, and deadly calm.

"Brother," he said, "this decides if we live or die. Splash that on that ugly bastard."

He pointed toward the Extinction-grade.

Condoriano stared at the vial, then up at the Extinction-grade, then back at the vial.

He gulped without shame.

"That smells like a very bad idea," Condoriano rumbled.

Lucien’s mouth curved. "Yes."

Condoriano’s eyes gleamed.

A thrill crawled across his ancient nerves like lightning finding a familiar path.

He tucked the vial carefully.

"Good," the condor said softly. "I was starting to get bored again."

It was dangerous alone. But he was excited.

An ancient beast like him had always lived for moments like this.

That was why he had rampaged in ages past... for the thrill of facing something worthy... and perhaps adding one more rare piece to his collection.

The Extinction-grade Void-Walker descended at last, drifting forward as if walking down invisible stairs.

The air around him grew thinner.

The world seemed to inhale.

Condoriano moved.

His Law of Horizon snapped.

Distance rearranged.

Condoriano’s vast form appeared in a place that made no sense, cutting across the sky with the inevitability of a sunrise no one could outrun.

The vial of Covenant-Breaker’s blood gleamed in his talon.

And for the first time since arriving...

The Extinction-grade Void-Walker’s expression sharpened.

Not fully alarmed but attentive.

And the clash between legends and void finally became real.