100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 52 - Order

Lucien glanced at the Magic Book.

It was still updating.

Much slower than usual.

With a sigh, he decided to unsummon it for now. No point in watching the loading bar crawl.

He also chose to delay summoning the Yin-Yang Slime.

He wanted to greet it properly later.

For now, its Monster Card was safely stored in the Monsterdex.

Lucien managed to recover just a little.

He opened the CRAFT feature and quickly created three health potions.

One wasn’t enough. He drank two and poured the last over his wounds to cleanse them.

The pain faded.

The wounds closed.

But his clothes? Completely torn to shreds.

He let out a sigh.

"That was too close."

He glanced at Skittles, thankful he’d brought the slime along.

The last battle had been far more dangerous than expected.

Pushing himself up, Lucien looked toward the stairs leading to the third level.

His chest tightened.

His heart thumped.

’Whatever’s down there... I won’t be reckless again.’

He turned to Skittles.

"Stay here and farm for now. I’m just going to take a quick peek. Should be safe if I don’t go too far."

And with that, he descended.

Each step down the stone staircase felt heavier than the last.

The moment he crossed the threshold, something shifted.

The air grew thick.

Pressing.

Oppressive.

The atmosphere had changed and not in a good way.

Just as Lucien’s foot hovered over the final step.... Right before touching the floor of the third level...

He felt it.

Something was wrong.

His body suddenly slowed.

Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion.

His foot remained suspended midair, descending inch by inch as if the laws of gravity had hesitated.

Panic surged through him.

’What the hell is happening?’

It was like his entire body was being dragged into a sluggish dream.

Movement became a struggle.

Breathing, heavy.

Then... he saw them.

In the distance, standing like silent sentinels were...

Two slimes.

Both were semi-transparent but deeply unnatural.

One looked like it held the night sky within. Its body is like a swirling galaxy. Dark and endless.

The other shimmered gold. Its interior is a restless cascade of glimmering dust. It shifted constantly like a living hourglass frozen in time.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed.

The gold one was casting something. He could feel it.

’That must be what’s slowing me down...’

He swallowed hard.

This wasn’t just another floor.

This was a warning.

Lucien made the smart call.

He turned to retreat. No shame in surviving.

But just as he was receding his foot...

The other slime moved.

The one that looked like a swirling night sky.

It was distant one moment... and then right in front of him the next.

Lucien’s eyes widened in shock.

"What—?!"

It was like teleportation... or maybe it indeed was.

Before he could even brace himself...

WHAM!

The galaxy slime slammed into his gut with brutal force.

"Guhhh!!"

Air burst from his lungs as his body was launched through the air.

The impact sent him flying.

So far... in fact, he crashed back into the boss chamber of the second level.

He hit the ground hard, skidding across the stone before coming to a stop.

Lucien groaned, rolling over with a wince.

"What the hell was that...?"

Lucien slowly stood up, clutching his stomach.

Frustration welled up inside him.

He hadn’t even processed the attack until it was over.

One moment, he was retreating. The next, he was flying through the air like a ragdoll.

This wasn’t just unexpected. It was unprecedented!

"The third level... it’s way worse than I thought."

But even mid-flight, his instincts had kicked in.

He’d used INSPECT.

<Void Slime>

<Temporal Slime>

Just reading the names sent a chill down his spine.

Void. Temporal.

Space and Time magic.

Of course. That explains everything.

"What the hell kind of slimes are those..." Lucien muttered, still catching his breath. "Space Magic is bad enough but Time Magic? That’s on a whole other level."

He scowled.

"I don’t even know anyone who can use Time Magic."

As much as he wanted to be excited about the potential loot, another part of him simmered with irritation.

’I couldn’t even step onto the floor. Not even one second before getting bodied.’

He clenched his fists.

"I get it now... Uncle Max never mentioned the third floor because the same thing probably happened to him."

Somehow, that made him feel a little better.

It wasn’t that he was weak.

It was just that the enemies here were absurdly powerful.

Too powerful.

Lucien let out a long sigh as he began climbing back to the surface.

"Who the hell designed these slimes anyway?" he grumbled. "Sadistic bastards. They could’ve at least made the third floor playable."

•••

Lucien made his way toward Elk’s house and knocked on the door.

With the base of the Craftsman Division still under construction, he figured she was working from home.

Continuing the task he had given her.

Sure enough, the door creaked open and there she was.

Elk blinked in surprise.

She had dark bags under her eyes, clearly exhausted.

But when she saw who it was, her expression lit up with genuine joy.

"Young Lord! It’s you—" Her eyes widened. "Oh no, what happened to your clothes?"

Without waiting, she reached forward.

Gently checking him over.

Her hands brushed across his arms and sides as she looked for injuries.

Lucien raised a brow but didn’t stop her. After a few tense seconds, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"You’re not hurt... Thank goodness."

Lucien chuckled.

"Relax, I’m fine. I actually came to get what I asked for. The clothes made with Sun Thread and Night Thread. And maybe a few regular ones in silk."

Elk’s face lit up even more.

It was like she’d been waiting for him to say that.

"Please, Young Lord. Just give me a moment. I’ll get them from my room."

As she disappeared down to her room, Lucien took a moment to look around.

It was his first time inside one of his subject’s homes.

’Cramped,’ he thought.

The space was narrow, cluttered and clearly not designed with artisans in mind.

There was hardly any room for storing materials, let alone working comfortably.

He frowned slightly and made a mental note.

’I need to change this. Everyone deserves a better home. Especially the ones building the foundation of this territory.’

A few moments later, Elk returned.

She carefully balanced a stack of clothing in her arms.

Lucien blinked.

She was carrying over ten garments.

Lucien flinched.

"Wait a minute..." he said, narrowing his eyes. "Have you been drinking coffee again? And not sleeping? How did you even make all of this in just one night?"

His tone was laced with concern. He’d only asked for the clothes yesterday.

The coffee he gave her was meant as a reward... not rocket fuel.

But Elk just smiled with her eyes gleaming with unrepentant pride.

"Fufufu~ Young Lord, that coffee was amazing! I’ve never worked so efficiently in my life!" She struck a little pose. "Like they say... Sleep is for the weak!"

Lucien sighed.

’This workaholic...’

It was good that she was passionate.

Admirable, even.

But if she kept this up without resting, she might collapse one day and that was the last thing he wanted.

Productivity might cease and it could even lead to something serious.Like death...Like him...

"I don’t know who said that," Lucien muttered, "but please rest too."

She giggled and began handing him the clothes one by one.

The first was made of Sun Thread.

Lucien paused.

The fabric shone with a pristine pure white glow.

It’s like light was made solid.

The design was intricate, elegant, almost ceremonial in appearance.

It looked... holy.

"Elk... this is beautiful," he murmured.

"Young Lord," Elk said. "I really like this material... It was easy to work with and it gave me so much inspiration for future designs. The same goes for this one made with Night Thread... Though unfortunately, I ran out of both."

She handed him another piece. This time, in stark contrast to the glowing white. freewebnøvel.coɱ

It was black.

Deep.

Smooth.

Elegant.

Yet it glowed faintly under the sunlight, like the fabric held a sky full of stars just beneath the surface.

Lucien nodded, quietly impressed.

The craftsmanship was incredible. He couldn’t help but admire it.

His eyes glowed with approval.

Elk really was the best tailor in the territory.

She continued, handing him the rest.

Five complete sets of clothing, each with matching pants.

Every design was distinct. Three sets were crafted with Sun Thread and Night Thread.

The remaining two were made with fine silks.

Simple but elegant.

Lucien smiled, clearly pleased.

"This is excellent work. Truly," he said. "Now, tell me Elk. What reward would you like this time?"

Elk beamed. Her eyes lit up once again.

"Young Lord..." Elk began. "I won’t be polite this time. I want to create more clothes using Sun Thread and Night Thread."

Lucien didn’t reply right away.

He had already planned to give her more materials anyway. So to him, it didn’t really count as a reward.

But Elk wasn’t finished.

"And also..." She hesitated then smiled sheepishly. "Coffee, please."

"No."

Lucien’s reply was immediate and instinctive.

Elk’s face fell into a crestfallen pout.

Lucien sighed.

"Alright, fine," he relented. "But only if you promise to rest. You’ll worry everyone if you keep pushing yourself until you get sick."

Elk’s expression softened. She took a deep breath and nodded, returning to her usual composed self.

"I apologize for my behavior, Young Lord. I got too excited... But I promise. I’ll rest properly."

Lucien nodded and handed over the requested materials along with some Coffee drops.

With a respectful bow, Elk bid him goodbye and Lucien stepped out.

Before heading off to his next task, he paused to change into one of the new outfits.

He opted for something modest. The clothes made in silk.

The feel of it was light, comfortable... expertly made.

As expected from the best tailor in his territory.

Soon enough, Lucien found Stone near the construction site.

"Young Lord," Stone greeted. "The renovation for the Craftsman Division’s base is almost complete."

"Good," Lucien replied with a nod. "Actually, I came to ask for something else."

"Anything, Young Lord."

Stone pulled out his notebook, ready.

"I want you to design another blueprint," Lucien began. "This time, for everyone’s homes. Make them bigger. Comfortable. Our territory has more than enough space to support that."

Stone nodded, scribbling notes as Lucien continued.

"Also, I want a proper layout. Well-structured roads. Wide paths. Sturdy structures. Everything should be connected and easy to navigate. Let’s make this place orderly. Something the people can feel proud of!"

As Lucien spoke, Stone’s eyes began to gleam with a quiet fire.

It was clear.

He was already imagining it.

Maybe he had even hoped for this request to come one day.

Lucien smiled faintly.

"I’ll leave it to you, Stone."

Stone gave a firm nod.

"As you will, Young Lord."

Lucien turned and walked away.

Not far off, he spotted someone waiting for him.

Clara.

Standing quietly in the distance.

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