100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 394 - Names

When the last of the group finished meditating and the mana in the air stopped feeling like a storm, Lucien summoned the twins.

The Mirrorhorn Duants appeared between them.

Lucien’s question arrived.

"Tell me about the humans. The camp. Where is it located? What races are stationed there? And how many Eternals guard it?"

The twins answered in turns.

Their answers aligned with what Morveth had observed when they first reached the camp. Kira gave a slight nod in confirmation.

Lucien asked the next question.

"The small world split-open site," he said evenly. "I need the route. And I need to know who is stationed there."

They did not withhold anything.

They explained that the split-open site was heavily guarded, with numerous Eternals stationed there. They believed the girl with the special powers might return to that location, and they were determined not to miss her a second time.

Lucien nodded once.

Then, slowly, the question the group had been refusing to shape into words finally stepped forward.

Kira spoke it.

"Are the Void-Walkers connected to the Primordial Incarnations?"

The twins froze.

Their Synchrony tightened so hard it almost squealed.

They did not answer immediately.

They looked at each other.

Then they nodded.

A single motion.

A single admission.

Everything changed.

The enemy was not only deep.

It was wide.

Anvil-Horn exhaled through his nose.

"So," he said, "the rot has a crown."

Lucien’s expression did not change, but something in his eyes sharpened into decision.

"Then we do not fight to win today," Lucien said. "We fight to prevent a vessel."

Saber’s voice came like a predator remembering a rule.

"Vessels," Saber said. "That word stinks of gods."

Condoriano clicked his beak once.

"It also stinks of destiny," he said. "And I am tired of destiny pretending it is law."

Soon, Lucien turned away.

"Let’s move."

And they moved.

To steal back the living before they were turned into skins for something older.

•••

Lucien brushed his fingers over each of them and invoked Origin Rewrite.

The world’s perception shifted.

Their silhouettes bent. Their features rethreaded into plausible lies.

Fur. Horns. Tail-lines. Beastman frames with ordinary faces.

A pack of traveling beastfolk, the kind no one stared at twice in a continent full of chaos.

Condoriano’s new shape looked wrong purely because nothing about him could ever look ordinary. Even disguised, his posture still carried "sky" like a title.

Saber flexed his hands in his new form and frowned.

"This skin feels thin," Saber muttered.

"It is only for eyes," Lucien replied.

Kaia tested her balance.

"I can work with it," she said. "I have been called worse than beastman."

Lilith said nothing. She simply adjusted to the body as if she had been born in it.

Anvil-Horn’s disguised face wore a faint smile.

"Your craft touches identity," Anvil-Horn said. "It is a dangerous kind of hammer."

Lucien’s voice stayed calm.

"We only need it to hold long enough."

They moved through routes and busy roads, following the twins’ guidance.

Along the way, Lucien’s split-thought flicked through the spoils of the battle they had just finished.

He did not slow his body.

Three fallen Eternals meant three sets of drops.

He opened them in sequence.

And the system answered.

***

—GRAVEWING DROPS—

Epic:

• Mothmark Shard — A fragile plate that reduces detection and presence when worn against the skin.

Legendary:

• Witherloom Halo — A drifting ring of pale motes that slowly drains stamina and aura output from nearby enemies.

Mythical:

• Core of Withering – Holds the refined Law of Withering, granting mastery over function-theft, stamina decay, and gradual suppression.

—CHAINMANE DROPS—

Epic:

• Anchorlink Chain — A short length of living chain that increases grip on a chosen target, slightly reducing their escape speed.

• Dragweight Fetters — A pair of dull cuffs that amplify knockback resistance for the wearer.

Legendary:

• Manacle Crown — A floating chain-ring that can bind one target’s movement for a brief moment, scaling with the user’s aura.

Mythical:

• Core of Manacles – Holds the refined Law of Manacles, granting mastery over binding, anchoring, and forced positioning.

—RIFTGLASS DROPS—

Epic:

• Riftmirror Flake — A reflective scale that reduces the impact of one hostile Law effect if timed correctly.

Legendary:

• Interdict Lens — A crystalline lens that reveals active prohibitions and lets the user reinforce or weaken them with energy.

Mythical:

• Core of Interdict — Holds the refined Law of Interdict, granting mastery over prohibitions, restrictions, and rule-layering.

Divine:

• Covenant of Unspoken Law — It grants the wielder the authority to impose a silent verdict upon reality, establishing a binding rule without declaration. The world does not hear the command but it obeys it nonetheless.

***

Lucien’s eyes glowed faintly as he read.

His disappointment lasted only a breath.

A single Divine drop was still a Divine drop.

He was especially intrigued by the Divine drop. It would allow him to issue an Edict without speaking it aloud. That could prove exceptionally useful.

He closed his Inventory.

There would be time later to savor the implications.

They continued forward.

•••

The route pulled them through a marketplace.

It was busy, but the bustle was tense. Merchants smiled too quickly. Guards watched too carefully. People traded not only goods, but information, and the information tasted like fear.

No one recognized them. No one dared approach them either.

Even masked by Origin Rewrite, their combined aura still leaked enough weight to make strangers instinctively step aside.

Lucien would have ignored the place entirely if a voice had not scraped across his attention.

"Those damned Celestials had it coming," a man said, loud enough to be heard but quiet enough to pretend he was not trying to be heard. "They suppressed the Big World for too long."

Lucien slowed.

He did not stop walking yet.

He listened.

Another voice laughed.

"I thought they would hide in the Middle Continent. Imagine coming to the East and expecting mercy."

A third voice joined, excited in the way gossip always was when it fed on blood.

"My brother was there when it happened. He told me through a communication device. He said he heard the Celestials talking about someone changing fate."

Lucien’s steps halted.

His eyes narrowed.

The man continued, emboldened by attention.

"Then people from Evershade fought them. My brother said it was the first time he ever saw dozens of Eternals ganging up on Celestials like hunting dogs."

Someone snorted.

"They got named too, did they not?"

The gossiping man grinned.

"Gahaha. The Evershade called them out. Virel and Aniel. That is what my brother heard."

Lucien’s head snapped toward them.

Time tightened.

The market noise blurred, as if the world had stepped a half-beat away and left only that name behind.

Virel.

Aniel.

Lucien was already moving before thought caught up.

He blinked.

He appeared right in front of them.

The gossipers jolted and reached for weapons out of reflex, seeing only a beastman Ascendant.

Lucien’s aura unfolded.

The pressure hit them like a mountain’s shadow.

Their knees weakened.

Their throats locked.

Every word they had planned died behind their teeth.

Behind Lucien, the allied pack arrived a breath later. Multiple heavy auras gathered. The air thickened so hard the market felt like it had sunk underwater.

No one nearby dared come close.

Even the boldest merchants looked away, suddenly fascinated by their own hands.

Lucien looked at the gossipers.

His voice was calm.

"Tell me more."

One of the men tried to swallow and failed.

"Seniors," he stammered, "we were only gossiping. Forgive us if we spoke too loudly."

Lucien’s tone did not warm.

"Continue."

The pressure sharpened slightly.

Kira stepped close.

She lifted needle and pressed its tip gently against the man’s chest.

The man’s face went pale. His eyes unfocused. His body went still.

He began talking too quickly.

"My brother possesses a listening treasure capable of capturing sounds from miles away. He said the Celestials came to this continent," he rushed out. "He said they were speaking about a boy who changed fate. They said they had to protect him."

Lucien’s expression stayed locked.

The man continued.

"Evershade intercepted them. They injured their leaders. Forced retreat."

Lucien’s voice cut through.

"The leaders’ names?"

The man answered immediately.

"Virel and Aniel."

Lucien’s breath caught.

The man kept going.

"The Void-Walkers already spread the true names," he said. "People say once a true name is out, the powerful can trace threads. They can see patterns around that person’s fate."

Lucien went very still.

Virel.

Aniel.

His baron father. His baroness mother.

Alive.

Here.

In this world.

A breath he did not realize he had been holding finally escaped him, slow and shaking at the edges.

He forced his voice steady.

"What happened to the Celestials?"

The man’s words came out like a confession.

"They retreated because the leaders suffered grave injuries," he said. "My brother said they spoke about activating the barrier in their dominion. But once it closes, it takes a long time to open again. He said it means they cannot interfere for a long time."

Lucien’s eyes dilated slightly.

Injured, but alive.

The relief tasted bitter.

Because relief always arrived with cost.

His mind ran forward on its own.

If Fate wanted Starforge to die, and Starforge did not die, then the weight of that death did not vanish.

It had to go somewhere.

Lucien’s jaw tightened.

He stared at the market stall behind the gossipers without seeing it.

Was this a butterfly effect?

Or was this Fate correcting the ledger?

He did not know.

But he knew what he had just learned.

His other parents were here.

They had come because someone changed fate.

Because of him.

And they had paid for it.

Lucien exhaled again, slower this time, forcing his emotions into something usable.

He looked at the gossipers one last time.

Then...

He turned away.

The allied pack followed, leaving the market breathing again only after they were gone.