100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 410 - Sylra
The woman hovered, eyes fixed on Lucien.
For all her composure, he caught the smallest tremor beneath it.
Disbelief.
"You..." she said carefully. "What did you do to me?"
Her hands swept over her arms, her ribs, her throat, as if expecting to find missing pieces.
When she found nothing wrong, her breath escaped in a shaky exhale that tried to pretend it had always been steady.
Lucien kept his hands visible.
He did not approach.
He treated her like a drawn sword, because that was what she was.
"There is no time to talk," Lucien said. "People are coming."
The air tightened at the edge of his senses.
Several presences are coming.
Fast and focused.
Lucien’s split bodies snap back toward him like beads pulled by a string.
They arrived in flashes, leaping into his chest and merging cleanly. Their experiences collapsed into his mind in one layered instant.
The formation discs they carried were auto-collected.
The woman’s gaze darted, searching the sky.
Lucien did not talk anymore.
He moved.
His domain unfolded in a tight. It enveloped her.
Her eyes widened.
For a heartbeat, she looked like she would strike him on instinct.
Lucien met her gaze.
Then he placed her into his divine energy core.
And in the same breath, he activated the void disc.
Space folded.
Lucien vanished.
•••
A moment later, figures arrived at the empty patch of sky where the wind still carried the memory of something unnatural.
They hovered in a loose arc, cloaked and tense.
Nothing.
No person.
No body.
Only the faintest residue of divine energy.
One of them frowned.
"That signature," a voice muttered. "Divine energy."
Another presence shifted uneasily.
"Celestials?"
"Or someone who wants us to think Celestials."
"Whatever it was... it has taken the vessel meant for the Primordial Incarnation. We would be in trouble."
They searched again.
Found nothing again.
Their unease deepened.
Because the mark had reacted.
And then gone quiet too fast.
They lingered a breath longer, and then withdrew, choosing not to chase a ghost in open sky.
•••
Lucien reappeared inside the house Cassian had given him.
He did not waste time.
He entered his divine energy core.
The inner world greeted him with its familiar weight.
The woman was there, hovering above ground, staring at the unfamiliar horizon as if the world had been swapped while she blinked.
When Lucien appeared, her posture snapped tight again.
"Do not come near me," she said.
Her eyes were fierce.
Lucien tried a small, polite smile.
It did nothing.
She stayed coiled.
He sighed once, just enough to show he was human.
"Do not worry. I do not bite."
Her gaze sharpened.
"Ha! You look like those playboy bastards back in my world."
Lucien’s smile froze.
Something in him twitched.
Being called a playboy while he had been a virgin for two lifetimes struck him like an insult delivered by the universe itself.
"Hey now," Lucien said, irritation bleeding through. "Not all handsome people are playboys. I have been a good person all my life."
"Then why are you coming near me?" she shot back, still wary.
Lucien stared at her for a beat, then pointed vaguely at her forehead like the answer should have been obvious.
"How else can I erase your mark? Duh. Fucking duh."
Silence.
The woman blinked.
Once.
Then her shoulders loosened by a fraction, as if she had just realized she had swung at the wrong enemy.
She bowed slightly. The gesture was stiff but sincere.
"I am sorry," she said. "I meant no offense. I just... have bad histories with men."
Lucien exhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose.
No wonder she had been terrified. No wonder she resisted like a cornered beast.
He let the irritation go. It was pointless.
His calm smile returned, smaller and more careful.
"Then I will give you a heads up next time," Lucien said. "Before I do anything near your face."
Her lips twitched, and for the first time, a faint smile appeared. It looked unfamiliar on her, like a weapon she had not used in a long while.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
Lucien nodded once.
"All right. I am going to erase the mark first. I will come close, okay?"
She hesitated, then nodded.
Lucien stepped forward.
She flinched anyway.
When he raised his hand, she shut her eyes on instinct, but her lashes trembled, and Lucien saw the fear she was trying to bury.
He did not delay.
A clean thread of Nihility gathered at his fingertips.
Then, he unmade the imprint on her.
Seconds passed.
The mark’s presence snapped... and vanished.
Lucien stepped back immediately, giving her space the moment the danger was gone.
"It is done," he said.
Her eyes opened.
Lucien stood two meters away, hands lowered and posture relaxed, as if proving with his body what his words claimed.
The woman observed her body.
Then her breath came out again, this time steadier.
A real sigh of relief.
She looked up at Lucien and held his gaze.
For the first time, she looked grateful without looking trapped.
"I am called Luc," Lucien said. "What is your name?"
She paused, as if weighing whether names were safe.
Then she answered.
"I am Sylra."
Sylra hesitated, then asked the question that mattered.
"Why did you help me?" Her eyes narrowed, sharp enough to cut lies. "Do not tell me you are doing this out of kindness."
Lucien did not lie.
He smiled.
"We are the same," he said. "Reincarnator."
Sylra’s eyes widened.
Her breath caught so sharply it almost sounded like she had been struck.
"You..." she whispered. "You too?"
Lucien nodded.
"And I saw your talent," he continued evenly. "If you stay hunted, you die. If you keep scattering, you get noticed. If you hide alone, you eventually make one mistake."
He did not soften it.
He did not dramatize it.
He simply laid out the shape of her future like a map.
"Here," Lucien said, gesturing lightly, "you can increase your strength without worrying about someone putting a hook in your spine every time you breathe. Everyone inside my influence is treated as family. If anyone troubles you, it becomes my problem."
Sylra went quiet.
Her gaze drifted across the inner horizon.
Lucien waited. He did not press.
After a long breath, Sylra spoke.
"...Can you show me?"
Lucien’s mouth curved faintly.
"A tour?"
She nodded once, almost reluctantly.
Lucien blinked.
Space shifted.
•••
They reappeared in the air above his inner world.
Sylra startled, eyes widening as she took in the scale.
Below them, monsters trained in disciplined lanes, not as a rabble but as an army being forged.
The ancient beasts prowled the edges like old kings inspecting future heirs.
Sylra stared, then looked at Lucien.
They drifted lower.
Sylra’s eyes moved constantly, cataloging, measuring, disbelieving.
Humans and monsters coexisting without immediate slaughter.
A world that was being built instead of merely survived.
They passed over farms where crops glowed faintly with attributes.
Sylra’s gaze lingered on the fields, and Lucien caught the way she watched them like someone who had forgotten what "safe food" looked like.
They descended toward an empty stretch of land near a quiet ridge.
Lucien landed first, then looked at her.
"You can stay as long as you want," he said simply.
Then, with a casual motion...
A house formed.
Modern lines. Clean structure. Windows that welcomed light. A place that looked like peace made physical.
Sylra stared.
Lucien threw a storage ring to her that contains a stack of books and a small bundle of drops.
Her fingers tightened around the ring, instinctively catching it.
Soon, Lucien stepped back.
"I am going to leave you space," he said. "You look overwhelmed."
Sylra blinked.
"You are... just leaving?"
Lucien nodded.
"You do not trust easily," he said. "That is good. Keep it. Just do not mistake caution for solitude. Those are different."
Sylra stared at him for a long moment.
Then she gave a slow, careful nod.
Lucien turned and walked away without rushing her decision.
Behind him, the wind settled.
And for the first time in a long time, Sylra stood in one place without needing to become everywhere at once.
