100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 391 - Kill

Lucien reached into his inventory and drew out Breath Glass Film.

He pressed it into the air and peered through.

Aerolith’s inner circulation revealed itself.

Then he saw it.

Her energy flow was wrong. It stuttered in several places, foreign Laws clung like barbed wire wrapped around her mana vessels.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed.

Mana was failing to reach her beast core.

Her body persisted only because of her Law of Continuance.

He moved at once.

First, he dealt with the foreign Laws.

Lucien invoked decay.

He guided it with surgical precision through Aerolith’s inner map. Each foreign strand was treated like a parasite attached to a vital organ. He did not let decay graze anything else. One slip would ruin her.

His control tightened.

Decay kissed the first foreign knot.

It withered instantly.

A second strand resisted, clinging harder.

Lucien’s eyes sharpened.

He adjusted decay’s angle, the clause that allowed it to remain.

The foreign Law lost its "right" to persist.

It crumbled.

Seconds passed.

Then the last of the intrusive Laws evaporated into nothing.

Kaia exhaled shakily. "That was... fast."

Lucien then lifted his hand again.

Now came the harder part.

The damage left behind was structural.

The channels had been bent, bruised, and partially rewritten. Even with the foreign Laws gone, the pathways had forgotten their proper shape. Mana still failed to flow cleanly.

Lucien invoked his new Law.

Reforging.

The air around his fingers grew dense.

Reforging did not heal by adding.

It healed by restoring design.

Lucien focused on Aerolith’s circulation the way a craftsman would focus on a fractured blade.

First, he identified the original pattern. Continuance helped.

He "heated" the damaged sections with divine energy until the pathways softened. Not in temperature but in definition.

The channels became flexible to change, willing to accept correction.

Then he folded the deformed segments back into alignment.

Finally, the mana pathways steadied.

The flow resumed.

Mana reached the beast core again like a river finally finding its sea.

Lucien lowered his hand.

"Sister," he said. "Golden Flame."

Kaia’s grin returned.

"Gladly."

She pressed her palm above Aerolith’s wounds and released a controlled bloom of gold. It rewrote injury into warmth, turning torn tissue into obedient flesh again.

Lilith watched silently.

It took less than a minute.

Then Aerolith’s breath deepened. Her color returned.

Aerolith’s eyelids fluttered.

She opened her eyes.

The first thing she did was rub her belly.

Lucien stared at her for a heartbeat, then asked evenly, "How are you feeling?"

Aerolith’s face twisted like a child who had swallowed something bitter.

"Big brother," she said, voice small and offended, "Laws are not yummy."

Kaia’s mouth snapped shut to keep from laughing. Lilith’s eyes softened.

Lucien knocked Aerolith lightly on the head.

"No wonder you got injured," Lucien said. "You dared to eat their Laws. Be careful next time."

Aerolith rubbed the spot, pouting, then nodded.

"Yes..."

Kaia and Lilith exchanged a look.

They knew.

Aerolith looked like a child.

But she was stronger than them, and still she listened to Lucien like a younger sister being scolded.

For a heartbeat, both women had the same ridiculous impulse.

To pat her.

Aerolith’s eyes shifted past them.

Her expression changed.

The childlike pout vanished.

Anger arrived like a storm in a small face.

She stared at the five enemy Eternals in the distance as if she had just spotted something filthy crawling across a plate.

"Bad guys," she said.

Then she surged forward.

The air cracked.

Lucien felt Kaia and Lilith move at the same time.

They nodded at each other once, understanding without words, then rose to join the battle.

Lucien stayed behind.

He lifted his gaze and entered full support mode.

Astral Articulation, ready to strike conviction.

Procrastinate, ready to delay catastrophe by a heartbeat when a stray Laws and spells threatened allies.

His mind ran timing, distance, line of sight, and threat priority.

He watched the enemy Eternals shift into formation.

Different bloodlines of the Thousand Races.

The first Eternal was a tall, narrow creature with obsidian skin and a face like faceted stone. A Riftglass.

Its Law was the Law of Interdict. Prohibitions layered into space and circulation.

This one had likely wounded Aerolith.

The second Eternal wore bone plating across its arms and spine, moving like a chained beast barely pretending to be civilized. A Chainmane.

Its Law was the Law of Manacles. It specialized in binding, anchoring, and dragging enemies into positions they did not want.

The third Eternal was lean, pale, and unsettlingly elegant, with mothlike markings on its shoulders and a halo of drifting dust around its head. A Gravewing.

Its Law was the Law of Withering. Not decay in Lucien’s sense, but a gentle theft of function. It made muscles forget strength.

And then there were the twins.

They stood side by side, identical except for the direction their horned crests curved.

They were Mirrorhorn Duants.

Their shared Law was the Law of Synchrony. A refined, frightening synchrony that allowed them to share timing, split intent, and overlap attacks as if they were one creature in two bodies.

They looked at the allied pack and laughed at first.

A short, arrogant sound. The kind of laugh that comes from predators who have never seen another predator swallow their kin.

The mistake was not their confidence.

The mistake was that they assumed the battlefield was still theirs.

Morveth moved.

Continuance rolled outward from him like a tide that refused to recede.

Anvil-Horn stepped beside him and brought up Forging. Space began to behave like material in a smith’s grip. The battlefield became harder to rewrite.

Condoriano lifted his wings. Horizon answered. A retreat route became an illusion.

Kira flashed forward in Ironweave Mantis form. She did not commit to one shape. She used transition as momentum.

Saber moved like a thought that had learned hunger. Predation sharpened the world into prey and predator again.

And Aerolith, freshly restored, surged in with childlike fury and Continuance flaring around her like a tantrum given cosmic authority.

Kaia and Lilith arrived as support flanks.

Kaia’s flame threatened to cleanse what it touched.

Lilith’s forged technique denied comfort.

Lucien remained behind them all.

His first Astral Articulation struck the Riftglass. A thin beam of conceptual force pierced the Eternal’s spirit.

His Interdict wavered for half a heartbeat.

That half heartbeat was enough.

Aerolith slammed into it with a Continuance surge that made the Riftglass’ attempt to "forbid" movement feel like a child shouting at a river.

The Riftglass recoiled, offended.

"You think this would hurt me?" it hissed.

Fire washed forward without warning.

The Riftglass twisted away, but Forging made the air stubborn. Horizon made the angle wrong. His Interdict tried to deny contact.

Morveth and Aerolith’s Continuance refused to accept denial.

The clash cracked the air.

The Riftglass staggered.

For the first time, arrogance faltered.

The twins moved next.

They synchronized instantly.

One struck high, one struck low. Their Synchrony overlapped into a single seamless attack that arrived from two directions at the same time.

It would have shredded most Eternals.

But Condoriano’s Horizon folded.

The "same time" became misaligned.

The high strike arrived early, the low strike arrived late, and their Synchrony slipped for the first time in centuries.

Saber appeared in the gap like a predator entering a throat.

One twin hissed, eyes widening.

"Back," the twin snapped, but the other twin was already moving, already trying to re-sync.

Lucien’s Astral Articulation struck again... at the shared rhythm between them.

Their Synchrony did not break.

But it hiccupped.

A single beat out of alignment.

Lilith’s forged denial snapped into place like a door slammed shut.

The twins collided with the denial and lost momentum.

Kaia’s flame clipped one of them. It made the twin’s aura hiss like contaminated oil.

The twins’ expressions shifted.

Just then, the Chainmane charged.

Manacles erupted from the air. Chains made of Law wrapped toward Morveth and Aerolith, aiming to drag them into a kill corridor.

Anvil-Horn laughed.

"You bind with rope," he said. "I bind with the world."

Forging slammed down.

The chains found themselves heavier than they should be. Their "binding" became costly to sustain. They slowed, then snapped under their own strain.

Condoriano’s Horizon cut the Chainmane’s charge short.

He tried to lunge anyway.

Horizon returned it to the starting point.

The Chainmane blinked once, confused.

Condoriano’s voice rolled, amused and cruel. "Try again. I enjoy watching bastards waste effort."

The Gravewing drifted above, Withering spreading like soft dust.

It sought Kaia’s flame, trying to make it forget brightness.

It sought Lilith’s timing, trying to make it forget precision.

Lucien lifted his hand.

Procrastinate.

A subtle delay stitched into the air.

The Withering dust arrived a fraction late.

That fraction made Kaia’s flame flare first, cleansing the incoming theft before it could settle.

Kira surged upward and struck the Gravewing’s flank with a metamorphosis-transition blow, turning her own shifting shape into an impact that landed twice in one motion.

The Gravewing reeled.

"You are insects," it spat.

Kira’s eyes glittered.

"It was you who chased us," she replied. "That only means you wish to learn what insects do to carcasses."

On one flank, Morveth and Saber struck in brutal harmony.

Continuance anchored the moment. Predation sharpened it.

Their combined assault crashed into the Chainmane with crushing force.

The Chainmane coughed blood. Its massive frame buckled under the impact.

Before it could stagger back or collapse, Condoriano’s Horizon flared and fixed it in place, marking the exact point in space as inescapable.

Saber did not waste the opening.

He moved.

His domain opened.

A mouth in the sky.

"This... this cannot be," it breathed in disbelief.

The mouth closed around the Chainmane.

The Chainmane roared once.

Then the chewing began.

The battlefield heard it.

Even Eternals heard it.

A sound like Law grinding against structure, meaning being crushed into smaller meaning until nothing remained to argue.

The enemy Eternals froze for a breath out of sudden, primal understanding.

One of them was being devoured.

And the world was watching.

The twins’ faces changed.

The Riftglass’ eyes tightened.

The Gravewing flinched, and the flinch looked like fear.

The chewing continued.

Saber sat in mid-air like a king and did not look rushed.

He was now forcing reality to accept the meal.

Four enemies left.

Saber closed his eyes and remained perfectly still.

To the enemies, it looked like a moment of vulnerability.

Kira moved before they could exploit it.

She caught the Gravewing.

Her Metamorphosis surged outward and her iron threads flared, forming a cocoon lattice around the his body. The cocoon did not bind like chains.

It imposed transformation.

It forced a state.

The Gravewing struggled, Withering dust exploding in frantic bursts.

Kira’s Law answered with ruthless elegance.

Metamorphosis did not kill by crushing. It killed by rewriting what the target was allowed to be.

She was forcing the Gravewing into a "molting" state, stripping away the layers of agreement that made it Eternal. Each anchor, each contingency, each persistence clause was treated like an old skin.

Then Kira tore that skin off.

For a heartbeat, the world itself seemed to freeze.

Only seconds have passed.

And the world accepted it because it was not an execution.

It was ecdysis.

A predator forcing prey to shed its immortality like dead bark.

The Gravewing’s scream became thin.

Then silent.

Kira’s cocoon tightened once and collapsed into emptiness.

A cube drop floated and was auto-collected.

Kira remained still for a heartbeat, ensuring the world’s recognition locked in.

Then she stepped back, breathing controlled.

Three enemies left.

The twins and the Riftglass.

Their arrogance was gone now.

Their faces tightened into calculation.

Their bodies shifted into readiness that had nothing to do with pride and everything to do with survival.

The twins spoke without looking away from the allied pack.

"This battlefield is wrong," one twin said.

"It is ruled," the other corrected quietly. "Look at that one... I can feel a void-walker’s mark."

Their eyes shifted in unison, settling on Lucien.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He had not expected that.

Only the one who branded him should have been able to sense the mark.

So how had they noticed?

He lifted his gaze and sent Astral Articulation again, clipping their Synchrony in small, precise cuts.

To prevent them from regaining perfect rhythm.

Condoriano’s Horizon flexed.

Morveth’s Continuance stabilized the team.

Aerolith hovered near the front, looking ready to charge again.

Anvil-Horn’s horn glowed.

Kaia’s flame burned steady.

Lilith’s posture sharpened.

Lucien’s voice echoed

"it’s time to end this."

The twins’ eyes flickered.

They tried.

They shifted for retreat, seeking distance, seeking angle, seeking any route to break contact.

Horizon rejected it.

Condoriano folded the battlefield and brought them back as if distance itself had been offended by their attempt.

The Riftglass snarled. Interdict flared, trying to forbid the allies from approaching.

Aerolith’s Continuance slammed into the prohibition like a tantrum with cosmic authority.

"No," Aerolith said. "You do not get to say no."

Interdict trembled.

For the first time, the enemy Eternals looked at the allied pack and truly understood.

They were not hunting.

They were facing a coalition of predators, each with a Law sharp enough to turn immortality into something edible.