100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?

It didn't take long before Lootwell's borders came into view on the horizon.

Lucien eased the airship into a slower glide.

The group exchanged surprised glances.

From the capital to the farthest eastern territory.

It had taken only a few hours! And that was with most of their time wasted chasing Dorian and Harold. Now, before nightfall, they were already here.

The Lootwell Territory spread out in full view beneath them.

Lucien's eyes softened. A smile tugged at his lips.

Sebas must have told his people he was coming home.

The entire territory looked alive with celebration. Banners of every color stretched across the streets.

the castle gates had been shut early and crowds gathered in anticipation as though a festival had begun.

But then… tension rippled through the people below.

A massive shadow spread across the ground.

Lucien's subjects stiffened. Their hands reached for weapons as they dropped into defensive stances. An unidentified flying object was looming above them.

A heavy silence gripped the crowd.

Then a voice rang out, carried from the airship.

"My people… I'm back."

Lucien.

For a heartbeat, the city froze.

And then—

The cheers erupted.

The cheering rose so loud it shook the skies, reaching even the airship above.

Then came the beat of drums, followed by the crack of fireworks.

Blossoms of color bloomed across the evening sky like scattered petals of light.

Everyone onboard froze, awestruck.

The patterns weren't like anything they had ever seen before. Delicate, flowery bursts that painted the heavens.

Beautiful and mesmerizing.

For a moment, they simply stood there, letting themselves be carried by the sight.

Lucien broke the silence.

"Clear the plaza everyone. We'll descend now," he announced through the mic.

With a steady hand, he pulled the lever. The airship rumbled and sank lower. It drifted toward the heart of the territory.

Inside, Lucien gave each of his companions a nod. One by one, they stepped out into the open until he alone remained.

Finally, he followed.

With a casual wave, he stored the colossal airship into his INVENTORY.

The giant vessel vanished instantly. Gasps erupted around them.

The newcomers turned in awe to the world awaiting them.

Lootwell was nothing like what they had imagined. It wasn't just some borderland territory. It was far greater.

Unique architecture lined the streets.

Strange vehicles rolled past them, powered by something unknown.

The very air shimmered with a density of energy.

They couldn't help themselves. At first glance, they already loved this place.

Those with sharper senses quickly realized the atmosphere here was unlike anything ordinary. It wasn't mana... at least, not as they knew it.

This energy was denser and purer…

Cielius's eyes flickered as he quietly observed his grandson's territory.

He had expected to lend Lucien support in building a foundation here yet what stood before him needed no help at all.

There were no flaws, no cracks to patch. Lootwell was solid and... thriving.

'Hoho… my grandson, born from two geniuses. Of course he's a prodigy. And surely, he inherited my genes too.'

He stroked his long beard with pride, nodding as though awarding himself some credit.

On the other side, Elunara basked in the air with a soft smile. She turned to the children under her care, chuckling warmly when she saw their wide, glowing eyes.

They had feared life on the borders would be harsh and frugal. But here… it was anything but.

The people of Lootwell were open, friendly and their smiles were genuine. Respect for Lucien was etched into every expression, every bow, every cheer.

And the air... strangely enough... was better than the capital's. With each breath, it felt as though the very atmosphere nourished them like life itself seeped into their lungs.

Soon, Lucien's subjects came forward.

Their voices were raised in unison.

"Welcome home, my Lord!"

Lucien's lips curved into an easy smile.

"I'm home. You didn't slack off, did you?" he teased, earning light laughter. Then with a wave of his hand, he added warmly, "Oh, and... welcome our friends from afar."

With that, he began the introductions.

Maxim stepped aside with a grin. He moved to greet the Construction Division members. Men he had bonded with before.

Laughter echoed as handshakes and backslaps were exchanged, the atmosphere easy and familiar.

All around, greetings flowed naturally and the newcomers blended in as though they had always belonged.

But Cielius, Elunara and Edric noticed something others might have missed.

There were no ordinary people here.

Not a single one.

The weakest among them was Tier 4... an astonishing standard. It was far above what was considered normal for a border territory.

And then…

Two figures froze the moment their eyes met.

Cielius.

Sebas.

Recognition flickered instantly between them.

They didn't speak. Didn't move.

Instead, they exchanged the smallest of nods, subtle enough that no one else would notice.

Cielius exhaled softly. A smile tugged at his lips as he shook his head.

The pieces fell into place. He could see the truth clearly now.

There was no longer the slightest doubt... Lucien was truly Luke and Cienna's son.

...

After the introductions and greetings, Lucien led the newcomers toward his mini castle.

The residence was spacious with more than enough rooms to accommodate them comfortably.

"Everyone, rest here for now," Lucien said casually. "My people will start building new homes for you soon."

To the newcomers, he spoke as though constructing houses was a trivial task but in Lootwell, it really was.

As they explored, their eyes widened at the facilities within. This was no ordinary border home. It was a product of Lucien's Construction and Crafting Divisions working hand in hand.

Bathrooms with polished stone and modern designs offered both hot and cold showers.

A kitchen gleamed with magic tools. Blenders, cookers, steamers, etc. all powered by magic.

The pantry was fitted with cold storage.

The entire interior carried a modern feel that made even Lucien nod in satisfaction.

"I'll leave you here to settle in," he said with a smile. "Cook whatever you like."

The group dispersed to explore their new surroundings, their voices carrying wonder and excitement.

Lucien, meanwhile, stepped aside and allowed his Split Body to rejoin with him.

The moment they merged, he felt lighter and... complete. It was as though a missing piece of himself had finally returned.

He couldn't help but smile.

Lucien called for Sebas and together they headed to the Town Hall.

Cielius, Edric, Maxim and Elunara followed close behind.

Once they settled in, Lucien gestured toward Sebas.

"Please explain to them what happened yesterday."

Sebas gave a firm nod and began recounting the events of the previous night.

Undercover assassins.

The strange magic circle.

The unsettling discovery.

Everyone listened intently. Their expressions darkened.

Lucien then brought out a parchment. A rough design of the magic circle taken from the assassin's belongings. He spread it across the table for all to see.

No one recognized it.

But then… Elunara's face shifted. A flicker of unease crossed her eyes.

Before anyone could ask, a knock came at the door.

"My Lord," Guard Tom called, "Baron Hornvale and Baron Needlehart are here."

Lucien rose and opened the door, revealing the two older barons. Both were visibly worried.

"Long time no see, Barons," Lucien greeted warmly. "How have you been?" He ushered them inside and offered seats.

The two men exhaled in relief at the sight of him safe.

"Baron, thank the heavens you're unharmed," said Baron Hornvale.

"Yes," added Baron Needlehart, shaking his head. "When we saw that massive shadow in the sky, we feared it was targeting your lands. We rushed here immediately on our bicycles!"

He chuckled and Hornvale joined in.

"Haha, we even brought our soldiers with us. But I suppose it was a false alarm after all."

The two laughed together. The tension eased slightly.

Lucien was left speechless.

Then warmth stirred in his chest.

These two barons had rushed here the moment they thought Lootwell was in danger. They hadn't hesitated to bring soldiers, even knowing the risks.

Their alliance wasn't built on convenience... it was genuine.

Lucien quietly resolved to treat them better in the future.

But then—

Elunara's expression shifted the moment her eyes fell on the two barons. Her face drained of color as though she had glimpsed something far ahead.

Her voice rang out. Sharp and uncharacteristically loud.

"Oh no… it might already be too late!"

The sudden outburst froze the room. Everyone stared at her in shock.

It was rare for Elunara to lose her composure and that alone told them something was terribly wrong...

"What's wrong?" Lucien asked immediately.

But Elunara bit her lip hard. Blood welled as though an unseen force was restraining her, refusing to let her speak.

She trembled, forcing herself to break through whatever bound her. Finally, her lips parted...

Her voice was strained and urgent.

"This…" She pointed to the parchment bearing the magic circle. "We have to leave. I don't know where but monsters will come. A flood of them... straight from the dungeons!"

After speaking, Elunara's face drained of color.

Lucien immediately channeled Divine Energy into his eyes...

...and he saw it.

Something alive was leaving her body like a faint wisp being sucked to nothingness.

Her disguise flickered and collapsed... revealing her true form.

An ethereal, fairy-like elf.

Unblemished and pure.

Her knees buckled.

Sebas moved at once, catching her before she hit the ground. Elunara groaned softly, forcing herself to remain conscious.

Cielius' sharp gaze caught the same thing Lucien did. His voice was heavy with warning.

"Don't say more. Your life force is already weakening."

Lucien swallowed hard.

He knew it too. Glimpsing and trying to change fate always carried a terrible cost.

But there was no time to hesitate. Elunara had given them a crucial clue. Now it was their turn to act.

He turned sharply toward the two barons who were still staring in shock.

"Barons, is there a dungeon near your territories?"

The older men exchanged looks, their expressions tightening.

"There is," Baron Hornvale admitted at last. "West of our territory… one stands there still."

The room grew heavy with silence.

If Elunara's warning was true then a disaster was already on its way.

They had to move...

Now.

Immediately, Lucien and the others hurried toward the plaza.

As they moved, Lucien pressed the barons for details about the dungeon's location and monsters inside. His steps never faltered.

Without hesitation, he summoned the airship once more. The vessel materialized with a low hum. Its presence was too urgent for anyone to marvel at this time.

Faces dark and grim, they boarded quickly.

Elunara, still pale, had regained a bit of strength thanks to the recovery drops Lucien administered though her eyes carried exhaustion.

Lucien wasted no time.

With steady hands, he seized control of the airship and steered it toward the west.

Toward the dungeon.

And soon… they saw it.

A tide of creatures spilled forth like a flood.

The ground shook. Dust and roars filled the air.

A dungeon break.

But not a natural one.

They knew...

This… was forced.

Artificially triggered, woven into someone's dark scheme.