100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 425 - Finished
Eirene moved first.
She moved beautifully.
That was the most dangerous part.
There was no wasted motion in her at all. Her figure crossed the canyon with a grace so refined it almost looked gentle, but every step was calculated.
Her every turn was exact and every shift of her wrist was already tied to the next three changes in the battlefield.
It was like watching someone dance on the edge of a blade.
The vines answered her with far more aggression than before.
Now that Lucien had lent her Perfect Calculation, her Law of Equivalence became even deadlier. She could read trajectories, force angles, exchange ratios, pressure thresholds, and timing windows with absurd precision.
Nothing in her offense was random anymore.
A vine lashed upward.
The Void-Walker shifted.
Before it could complete the movement, Eirene altered the relation between the vine’s momentum and the void pressure around its flank. The strike curved unnaturally and snapped from the side instead.
Another three followed.
The Void-Walker tore them apart with raw force.
But Eirene had already expected that.
The shredded vines did not fall uselessly. She equated their severed tensile force into compressed impact and let the remains explode into the air around it, turning torn plant matter into invisible pressure mines.
The Void-Walker was forced to move again.
And again.
Lucien watched in silence.
Eirene, only at the Celestial Realm, was actually holding an Eternal-level Void Sovereign in a true deadlock.
That alone was absurd.
But still, the gap in raw strength remained real.
The Void-Walker’s body was too strong.
Its geometric shell resisted direct penetration. Eirene’s vines could bind, pressure, redirect, and harass it, but none of them could truly pierce through and deliver a decisive wound.
The fight had entered a stall.
Lucien stopped watching.
"Sister," he said, "switch with me. Fill the disc first."
Eirene did not hesitate.
She withdrew at once.
That alone offended the Void-Walker more than any direct insult could have.
First they had ignored him.
Then the woman had fought him as though his existence were merely an inconvenience.
And now—
The Ascendant below had the arrogance to tell her to leave and let him take over.
The Void-Walker’s geometric face sharpened with fury.
It had assumed Lucien would be easier.
A lesser pest.
A fragile thing.
Then Lucien moved.
"Dragon Beast Mode."
His body expanded in an instant.
He was still smaller than the Void-Walker.
But that was meaningless.
This was not a contest of size.
Lucien vanished.
Then appeared directly before the Void-Walker.
The Void-Walker’s geometric face warped with shock.
It felt the law first.
Anti-Meridian.
It was their kin’s proudest Law.
And Lucien had just used it.
The Void-Walker tore backward through space immediately, reappearing far behind his prior position.
Then his body tensed.
Because Lucien was already there.
The space between them had narrowed.
Lucien’s eyes glowed.
Law of Interval.
Distance itself had been shortened. Retreat had become approach.
For the second time in moments, the Void-Walker felt the same unwelcome realization.
Another being who wielded more than one Law.
Its alarm deepened instantly.
This had to be reported.
A threat like this could not be left unrecorded.
The Void-Walker turned to tear open space and escape—
But Lucien moved a finger.
The surrounding layers of space locked together.
Law of Adhesiveness.
The local structure of space had been "glued" shut. The tear could not open cleanly.
The Void-Walker’s fury flared.
It had no choice now.
It had to fight.
And Lucien, for his part, wanted exactly that.
A lone Eternal-level opponent was a good measure for his current strength.
So he met the Void-Walker directly.
The first clash split the air.
The Void-Walker struck with a void-hardened arm shaped like a descending star-blade. Lucien met it bare-handed, scales screaming and claws grinding.
Their force detonated around the canyon in expanding rings.
Stone shattered below.
The canyon walls groaned.
Neither side yielded.
The Void-Walker’s body was monstrous.
But so was Lucien’s in Dragon Beast Mode.
He followed with a manual strike sequence, not relying on overwhelming beams or giant displays, but with savage close-quarters precision. Elbow. Claw. Knee. Tail-weighted spin. Every motion carried layered laws hidden beneath it.
The Void-Walker responded with equal brutality. Spatial edges, void pressure, anti-meridian distortions, and Starlit Codex soul pulses all woven into combat like a predator that had hunted too long in places where reality was optional.
But Lucien was worse.
Because he was unpredictable.
When the Void-Walker cut with a void edge, Lucien used Law of Deflection to bend the force just enough that it scraped past his shoulder instead of removing it.
When it tried to re-anchor itself in a favorable interval, Lucien used Law of Misalignment to skew the relation between its intent and its position.
When it tried to press void-weight into his joints, Lucien layered Law of Rebound so the pressure snapped back into its own frame a heartbeat later.
When it launched a burst of void thorns from the Starlit Codex, Lucien answered with Law of Fracture, splitting the attack’s cohesion before following with Law of Severance to cut the surviving threads apart.
The Void-Walker found itself unable to understand the next strike before the current one even ended.
Lucien was not fighting with one style.
He was fighting with a library.
Then the shift came.
The Void-Walker suddenly felt something wrong within itself.
Its mana.
It was leaving his body.
It was... being taken.
Lucien glanced once toward Eirene and understood at once.
While he kept the Void-Walker occupied, she had resumed the work with the Void Disc.
And the Law of Equivalence had found a new payment.
The Void-Walker’s own vast mana was being equated into energy for the disc.
The Void Sovereign’s fury surged.
It threw itself harder into battle, no longer cautious, no longer amused.
But the harder it pushed, the more material Lucien had to use against it.
The more force it committed, the more laws Lucien layered in response.
Law of Weight to overburden one limb.
Law of Slip to let his body evade impossible angles.
Law of Compression to condense impact into smaller points.
Law of Softening to ruin the stability of a projectile.
Law of Refraction to make visual tracking lie.
Law of Anchor to keep himself rooted during direct collisions.
The Void-Walker could not touch him cleanly.
Worse—
its own Law of Anti-Meridian was becoming harder to use. Every time it tried to step through the space, Lucien either narrowed the interval, sealed the space, shifted the relation, or loaded the exit point with another law waiting like a trap.
The Starlit Codex opened wide behind it in frustration.
A soul attack descended toward Lucien’s spirit.
Lucien did not dodge.
He looked at it.
Then answered with Astral Articulation.
The invisible hand of conceptual grip closed around the Void-Walker’s spirit-frame.
The creature convulsed.
Pain.
Impossible pain.
Its spirit was supposed to be perfect under the Codex.
And yet Lucien had still found purchase.
For the first time since its birth in the void, the Void-Walker felt something close to fear.
A new feeling. Not entirely unknown.
But never before directed at a lesser thing.
And that made the fear worse.
Then Eirene’s voice came from behind.
"Brother Luc, I’m finished."
Lucien smiled.
"Great."
He rolled one shoulder and looked at the Void-Walker with almost casual interest.
"I’m finished testing my strength too."
Then he added lightly,
"Please activate it and send us back to the territory. I want to experiment with this toy."
The Void-Walker went cold.
Toy.
He had called it a toy.
Something inside the sovereign broke in a very undignified way.
Lucien raised one hand.
Eirene moved at the same time.
They did not need to discuss it.
Lucien invoked Law of Stillness.
The world paused around the Void-Walker.
Eirene’s own force entered the same gap at once, her Equivalence balancing movement against immobility and making the imposed stillness even heavier.
For several precious seconds, the Void-Walker could not create a single meaningful motion.
That was enough.
The Covenant of Pathless Sovereignty activated.
Space folded.
•••
The next moment, all three of them appeared above Lootwell.
The instant they emerged, every powerful presence in the territory turned.
Astraea arrived first.
She appeared beside Lucien’s dragon form and immediately noticed the restrained Void-Walker.
Her expression brightened with amusement.
"Ha! Little brother," she said, laughter already in her voice, "you returned not with spoils alone, but with a living plaything."
Then came the others.
Condoriano descended laughing.
Saber arrived like a falling shadow with teeth.
Kira appeared in silence.
Morveth emerged.
Anvil-Horn strode in last, looked at the captured Void-Walker, and barked out a laugh.
"I knew you had left the territory," he said. "I did not know you had gone out to fish."
That made the others laugh harder.
Condoriano lifted his chin grandly.
"A curious catch," he said in a pleased tone. "Lean of shape, sharp of frame, and full of fright. You have chosen well."
Saber’s growl was practically a purr.
"It will break nicely."
Kira looked at Lucien, then at the Void-Walker.
"A useful specimen."
Astraea, of course, smiled brightest of all.
"Had I known," she said, "I would have asked you to bring me to fish."
The Void-Walker, now surrounded by Eternals and monsters who were all looking at him with the same delighted hunger, understood one thing with awful clarity.
It was finished.
Utterly.
Completely.
Ruined.
If it had possessed tear ducts, it might have used them.
Instead it stood there in stillness and dread, faced by a crowd of beings whose laughter sounded less like joy and more like predators finding tonight’s entertainment.
And the only coherent thought left in its geometric head was simple.
’I want to go back to the void.’
