100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 348 - Presences

The pressure in the sky gathered shape.

What had been a distant awareness became visible motion. Ten streaks cut through the upper air like falling verdicts.

Astraea’s storm rose around her shoulders.

Vaelcar’s Oathbound Monolith hummed.

The others stepped forward as one.

Just then...

Kaia raised her hands, palms open.

"Please wait," she said. "They are not enemies. At least, not the ones in front."

Astraea turned her head slightly.

"In the void, mistaken mercy is a grave you dig while smiling."

Vaelcar did not lower his Monolith.

"If your certainty is thin," he said, "speak it now, so I may decide whether to trust it or bury it."

Kaia swallowed. Her eyes flicked up again, following the ten falling figures.

"They are part of our organization," she said. "They recognized us. They would not descend in a rush like this unless they did."

As if her words had been a trigger, the ten presences accelerated.

The air shrieked. The atmosphere brightened in slashes of pale light.

The five Liberators flinched anyway.

Then, the ten figures struck the ridge.

Stone cracked. Dust punched outward.

When the dust thinned, they stood in a semicircle with practiced spacing.

Ten.

Four of them were Serpentiles. Six were humans.

One presence stood at the front like a pillar that had decided to move.

Eternal Realm Serpentile.

Their eyes locked first onto Astraea.

Then Vaelcar.

The newcomers did not bow. They did not greet. Their gazes are measured, searching for threat and truth. They scanned Astraea’s Tempest Crown, Vaelcar’s Monolith, then shifted to Lucien.

Then their eyes moved to the five Liberators.

And when those gazes met, tension shattered like glass.

The Eternal at the front blinked once.

Then his face twisted into outrage and relief at the same time.

"You little things," he roared.

The five Liberators visibly shrank.

Rhazek went rigid, as if being yelled at was a battlefield he did not know how to fight on.

Seryth stared at the ground, suddenly very invested in the texture of stone.

Velun’s eyes darted away like a man caught stealing food.

Darian whistled.

Kaia flinched hardest.

The Eternal stepped forward, jabbing a finger that looked capable of pointing a city into ruin.

"I told you," he said. "I told you not to act alone. I said it in words. I said it in warnings. I said it in threats. I said it until I was bored of hearing myself."

His eyes snapped to Kaia.

"And you," he continued, "do not pretend your flame did not light this plan. I can smell your enthusiasm from the void."

Kaia’s cheeks went hot. A thin lick of golden fire flickered at her fingertips in embarrassment, then died.

Darian dared, quietly, "We were productive."

The Eternal’s head turned.

Darian froze.

The Eternal stared at him for three heartbeats, then spoke with lethal calm.

"Being productive is how fools become corpses."

Darian’s mouth shut.

The Eternal exhaled.

Then his shoulders dropped as if he had been holding the sky up while rushing here.

"Good," he said, softer now. "You are alive."

His eyes swept over all five of them and for an instant the fury revealed what sat beneath it.

Care.

"If something happened to you," he said, "how would I explain it to the leader?"

That single sentence made the five Liberators look younger than they had any right to.

Kaia rubbed the back of her neck and muttered, "We were careful."

"You were lucky," the Eternal replied. "Luck is not a strategy. It is a tax that becomes due."

Then, at last, he turned to Astraea and Vaelcar.

His posture adjusted. He did not become humble but he became formal as if he recognized old authority and refused to disrespect it.

He brought a fist to his chest, then opened his palm outward.

"Friends," he said. "If it was you who guarded our kin, then I owe you thanks."

Astraea’s smile was slight.

"We did not guard them," she said. "If gratitude is owed, it is not to us."

Vaelcar inclined his head in agreement.

The Eternal’s eyes narrowed, then Astraea tilted her chin toward Lucien.

"The one who helped them out," Astraea said, "was my little brother."

The Eternal looked at Lucien.

His brows pulled together.

Lucien’s realm read as Ascendant.

His body read as tired.

His gaze read as calm.

Nothing about him should have matched the weight of what had happened here.

And yet Astraea and Vaelcar stood near him as if he belonged at the center of their decisions.

The Eternal’s nostrils flared.

He smelled it then, the faint beast-scent behind Astraea and Vaelcar’s human forms.

They were not human, nor did they belong to any of the Thousand Races.

His eyes then returned to Lucien.

And the fact that Lucien was human made something click into place.

Humans did not always have power. But when they did, they broke rules with a smile as if the universe had been built to be negotiated.

The Liberator leader was human.

Most Liberator members were human.

Lucien was human.

The Eternal’s expression shifted into something almost warm.

"Brother," he said and the word carried sincerity now, "thank you for saving the kids."

Kaia bristled instantly. "Brother, we are not kids."

The Eternal did not even blink.

"You are children," he replied. "You are breathing. That means you are still children."

Kaia opened her mouth then shut it again, realizing arguing with an Eternal was like arguing with weather.

She pointed at Lucien instead as if redirecting the conversation could save her dignity.

"And Luc is one of us."

The Eternal’s eyes widened.

"That is impossible," he said immediately. "I have memorized every Liberator under the leader’s banner. Every face, every aura. I have never seen this brother before."

Lucien smiled. He reached into his Inventory and drew out the black card.

The ten newcomers went still as if the card carried a weight they recognized instinctively.

Lucien held it up.

"A black-robed member gave it to me," he said. "I did not say I had joined. But he said I was allowed to act under your shadow."

Lucien continued.

"He gave it after we explored the Ruins of Stillness."

The reaction was immediate.

One of the human Celestials sucked in a breath.

A Serpentile at the back let out a startled laugh.

The Eternal stared at the card, then at Lucien, then threw his head back and laughed so loudly the ridge seemed to loosen.

"I see," he said, delighted. "I see. So it is like that. That lazy shadow finally did his mission instead of drifting like smoke."

Lucien watched him with curiosity.

The Eternal looked genuinely pleased, and Lucien could not yet see why.

Then the Eternal’s gaze sharpened as if he had seen a future path branch open.

He turned to his group and lifted his voice.

"Everyone," he said. "Welcome our honorary member."

The others shifted. Some smiled. Some nodded. The acceptance was quick and strangely natural as if the Liberators had always been a house that collected strays.

Lucien noted them.

Most of them were Celestial Realm.

Only this one stood in Eternal Realm.

Lucien’s understanding adjusted.

The Liberators were a faction with infrastructure. A body with organs. A leader important enough that even an Eternal spoke of him with respect.

Just then, every head snapped upward again.

More presences.

They were drifting closer like judges arriving late to an execution they intended to claim.

Astraea’s storm rose without apology this time.

Vaelcar’s Monolith hummed.

The Eternal Serpentile’s smile vanished.

"It is not convenient to talk here," he said. "Not when the void has started counting."

He looked at Lucien, Astraea, and Vaelcar.

"If you are willing," he said, "we should leave this place. Our planet is safer than an open ridge that has already announced itself."

Astraea’s gaze held the sky for a long moment.

"Very well," she said. "We have tempted the eyes above long enough. Let them search for smoke after the flame has moved."

Vaelcar’s voice followed.

"The ridge has become a candle," he said. "Every hunger in dark will come to see what dared to burn. We do not gift them that satisfaction."

Lucien exhaled and he realized he had been holding breath with everyone else.

A planet.

The Liberators had a planet.

His chest tightened with sudden excitement.

If they had a planet, they had an anchor.

If they had an anchor, then they had a teleportation disc.

A path that could cut through the void and return him to the Big World.

Lucien smiled without meaning to.

The Eternal Serpentile noticed.

He pointed at Lucien.

"You are thinking loudly, honorary member."

Lucien met his gaze and did not deny it.

"Let’s go," Lucien said.

The Eternal Serpentile nodded once.

"Good," he said. "Because if we linger, those above will stop being curious and start being bold."

Lucien felt the bark inside his divine energy core tremble faintly, as if reminding him that the world had changed and the universe had noticed.

The ridge held one last moment of stillness.

Then Astraea raised her hand.

Lightning crawled across the sky like a warning written in bright ink.

Vaelcar’s scripture turned, sealing the air around them into a brief corridor of oaths.

The Eternal Serpentile’s Law spread beneath their feet like reality shedding its insistence.

Space loosened.

The world tilted.

Then the world snapped away, carrying them toward the Liberators’ planet while the presences above drifted closer to the place they had been.