100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 430 - Bodies

Lucien’s hand moved quickly across the notebook.

Then Alanthuriel raised a second finger.

"The process does not end there."

Lucien looked up at once.

Alanthuriel’s ancient gaze remained fixed on him.

"The Empty Vessel is but the opening key," the Abyssal One said. "It grants you passage where your true body would be denied. It allowed the first tempering to begin. Yet if you stop there, your forging shall remain incomplete."

Lucien frowned.

Alanthuriel continued.

"The Abyss is not mindless. It is so absolute that all falsehood is stripped away. It knew what belonged and what did not. If you used a proxy to temper yourself, and never present your true self to that same annihilation, then the result shall be shallow."

Lucien’s eyes narrowed.

"So the Abyss can tell the difference..."

"It can perceive inconsistency," Alanthuriel replied. "If the vessel adapts while the true body remains untouched, then your body has not been acknowledged by the Abyss. It only borrowed another’s answer."

Lucien went still.

Alanthuriel’s voice deepened.

"Such a method would still strengthen you. It would still refine you. Yet only to the degree that cosmos-refinement does. Useful, but not sovereign."

Lucien slowly understood.

The Empty Vessel was not the full method.

It was only the first bridge.

Alanthuriel raised that same finger slightly.

"When the synchronized reflection has taught your true body the first language of survival... then you yourself must enter."

Lucien stared.

"Into the Abyssal Pool?"

Alanthuriel nodded once.

"Your body must first be taught the pattern of endurance by reflection..."

"...Only then may your true self submerge and continue the tempering."

Lucien’s breathing slowed.

Alanthuriel went on.

"The Empty Vessel begins the conversation."

"The true body must finish it."

His tone remained calm.

"Only when you descend into the Pool yourself, endure its judgment, and remain within it will the Abyss acknowledge that you have withstood its law."

Lucien felt the pieces locking into place.

If he had thought of the Empty Vessel alone, he would have missed it.

He would have gained a refined body, yes.

But not an Abyss-recognized one.

Alanthuriel saw the realization settle and gave the faintest nod.

"The vessel is the teacher. You are the student."

"It will teach your body the first answer."

"Then you must step forward and prove that answer with your own existence."

Lucien exhaled slowly.

That made the method far harsher.

And far better.

If not for Alanthuriel, he truly would have stopped halfway and mistaken a lesser result for perfection.

For the first time since entering the chamber, Lucien felt sincere relief.

The path was terrifying.

But now it was complete.

He bowed his head slightly.

"Senior Alan... I understand."

Alanthuriel’s expression did not change.

"Understanding is easy," he said. "Survival is the difficult half."

Lucien almost laughed.

Then he leaned back slowly, the notebook still open in his hands.

It was insane.

But brilliant.

He took a deep breath and closed the notebook carefully.

"Thank you, Senior Alan."

Alanthuriel waved dismissively.

"Whether you survive the attempt remained an unanswered question."

Lucien smiled.

"Then I’ll make sure the answer is favorable."

He turned and left.

Back in the real world, Lucien stood once more before the distant blackness of the Abyssal Pool.

Now his thoughts were no longer tangled.

•••

He did not delay.

He immediately began polishing the method.

An Empty Vessel.

In some ways, the concept was simpler than the name made it sound.

It was, at its most basic, a body like those from Earth in his old life.

A body without mana vessels. Without any active spiritual architecture for the Abyss to seize and erase.

Lucien returned to the edge of the Abyssal Pool and observed it again.

This time, he did not see it as an impossible horror.

He saw a problem to be solved.

•••

Days passed.

Lucien spent them forging bodies. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

He already had experience creating physical forms, so the work itself was not entirely new. But this time the demands were far stricter.

Strings of existence spread from his hands in dense, layered networks. They crossed, intertwined, and folded into frameworks of flesh, bone, and inert but responsive material substance.

One body after another began taking shape.

The most difficult part was not creating the flesh.

It was reproducing the synchronized constitution of the Mirrorhorn Duants.

That pattern was delicate, and deeply unnatural to ordinary life. It had to be mirrored without mana vessels, without souls, and without creating instability in the body itself.

More than once, Lucien had to dissolve half-finished work and begin again.

But eventually, he succeeded.

The vessels were empty.

The bodies were inert.

Soulless, yes, but not useless.

Lucien had already solved that problem beforehand.

He refined their strings of existence until they would accept external authority from a distant soul-thread.

Once the others each offered a fragment of their soul, they would be able to command their corresponding bodies from afar.

Soon, all five stood completed before him.

He modeled their appearances after one another for easy distinction.

The resemblance was uncanny.

Lucien folded his arms and stared intently.

One second... Two... Three... Four...

And five...

Then he coughed into one fist.

Lucien decided to dress them.

•••

Now there was nothing to do but wait for the elemental women to finish their meditation and approach the true threshold of Celestial.

Until then, Lucien turned his attention elsewhere.

He used the spare time to observe the progress of Lootwell.

With the jade slab in hand, he watched the territory from above. The Sovereign Circle was nearing completion already.

It was absurdly fast.

Not even a full month had passed since construction began.

Then again, it would have been embarrassing if a workforce supported by Eternals, ancient beasts, and forge masters had still been slow.

Anvil-Horn’s commands were blunt but exact.

Lilith’s were cold and efficient.

Together, they had somehow turned the chaos of large-scale creation into disciplined rhythm.

Lucien’s own vast quarters below had long since been finished, but he had not entered yet.

He wanted to inspect them later with everyone else.

That felt more appropriate.

He looked over the widening capital and smiled faintly.

Give Lootwell a year, and it might truly begin to stand as a formal independent nation rather than a rising territory under construction.

That thought pleased him.

•••

After that, Lucien turned to his monsters.

He had not neglected them.

He opened the Monsterdex and continued editing the environments within it.

For monsters, habitat mattered far more than many human practitioners understood.

A beast did not break through by comprehension alone. It broke through by resonance.

Its body, instincts, and bloodline all required an environment that matched the evolution it was about to undergo.

A fire-aligned beast forced to break through in cold, dead terrain might still succeed, but the success rate would be lower and the resulting evolution will be weaker.

A stone-scaled predator nearing Ascendance needed compression, pressure, and mineral density to stimulate the correct structural changes.

Winged monsters often needed wind corridors or open pressure layers so the breakthrough would refine both body and instinct together.

For beasts, the world around them had to answer what they were becoming.

That was why higher-realm beast habitats could not simply be "comfortable."

They had to be correct.

Lucien reviewed each species and adjusted accordingly.

By the time he finished, the Monsterdex had become less like a bestiary and more like a controlled world of evolutionary crucibles.

Seeing several monsters already nearing Ascendant, Lucien decided to create the best possible conditions now rather than later.

If he prepared early, their chances of successful breakthrough would rise.

And stronger monsters meant a stronger Lootwell.

After finishing the monster habitats, Lucien’s thoughts shifted again.

This time toward infrastructure.

More specifically, the doors.

Inside his divine energy core, he could train skills and magic through the doors created by the Skillpedia and the Magic Book.

But he wanted something more practical for the territory.

External access points.

Doors in Lootwell itself that could connect directly to Skillpedia and Magic Book.

That way, his people would not always need to enter his core or rely on him personally for controlled study.

He began sketching possibilities.

•••

He used the remaining time to inspect the storage rings of the ancient beasts more carefully.

Some were exactly what he expected.

Ancient spoils. Battle trophies. Rare materials. Odd collections of things only beings older than kingdoms would decide were worth keeping.

Others were... enlightening.

Lucien smiled to himself more than once.

Some secrets were harmless.

Some were merely funny.

And some might, under the right circumstances, become extremely useful.

He privately considered the artistic potential of blackmail and decided not to label that thought too clearly.

Then he turned to the rings of the Red Dragon and the Dark Shade.

Those were even more rewarding. The spatial capacities alone were enormous, and the contents within were equally excessive.

The Red Dragon in particular had collected a ridiculous range of treasures. Some seemed like trophies. Others seemed more like stolen acquisitions from races too weak to stop him.

What pleased Lucien most, however, was not the wealth.

It was the books.

Compiled within the rings were records of the Law Arts used by the Red Dragon and the Dark Shade, along with techniques belonging to the Nephralis and the Varkhaals.

Lucien’s eyes brightened at once.

That was worth far more than spirit crystals.

To understand an enemy’s techniques was to understand not only how to fight them, but how to break them. Even if his people never mastered those arts themselves, they could study them, anticipate them, and devise counters long before the next war arrived.

The gain was immense.

By the time Lucien finally set the books aside, his mood had improved even further.