100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 468 - Severance

Lucien’s body reformed near the place where he had fallen.

He stood again in human form, bare and unbroken. His flesh reformed with a terrifying smoothness that felt less like healing and more like being rewritten from the point where death had failed to finish the soul.

Even the backlash from the collapse of his domain was gone.

The trembling ruin that should have followed the destruction of so much authority—

None of it remained.

Lucien understood why at once.

Eternal Soul Core – As long as the user’s soul is intact, it can grant a second life upon death. It reforms their body near where they fell.

And Alanthuriel’s last gift had mattered there too.

A small portion of the dark radiance that Alanthuriel had pressed into him had shielded the deepest parts of him when Severance came down. His spirit, his soul, even the Divine Energy Core had been wrapped just enough to keep the Eternal Soul Core from failing at the most important threshold.

Lucien acted immediately.

With a single thought, garments formed around him.

Next, he equipped the Beloved Bastion, then the Genesis Set. Each piece returned to him in a pulse of remembered form.

He could only be grateful that the Moment Anchor Seed’s effect still held. Severance had targeted him, not his equipment.

Each artifact returned to its fixed moment of wholeness the instant he called it.

Lucien laid a hand briefly over the breastplate of the Beloved Bastion.

And smiled once.

Then he pulled out another drop.

Interdict Lens — A crystalline lens that reveals active prohibitions and lets the user reinforce or weaken them with energy.

He held it before his eye and saw the residue Severance had left upon him.

A prohibition.

Severance had cut more than his body.

It had severed his connection to the three remaining Life-Link Talismans and left a law-scar over the broken links so they could not reattach themselves.

Lucien did not hesitate.

He fed divine energy into the Interdict Lens and weakened the prohibition, peeling apart its authority layer by layer until the cut line wavered.

Then he used Nihility to erase the prohibition that insisted the bond must remain broken.

The line gave way.

Lucien felt it instantly.

The remaining three Life-Link Talismans answered him again.

The connection returned.

Three more lives.

Not much.

But enough to matter.

Meanwhile, for the first time since this absurd sequence began, Convergence looked genuinely speechless.

He stared. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Then laughed once in disbelief.

"To take Severance’s attack directly and still come back... that is absurd."

His eyes swept over Lucien, over the restored armor, over the equipment, and over the reformed body.

"Those items on you are not just rare. They are wrong. I mean wrong as in reality should not have produced them here."

Then his smile thinned.

"No matter. We’ll know what you are eventually."

His gaze sharpened.

"If not by killing you, then by using you."

The silence over the battlefield had already broken. Lucien’s destroyed domain had taken the Stillvoice Conduit with it, and sound had returned to the world.

Overhead, Severance had not moved far.

He stood in the air with the scythe resting in one hand, like a black answer that had not yet decided whether the sentence below deserved another cut.

He descended toward Convergence and stared at him.

Convergence looked irritated.

"You and that broken shell of yours," he muttered. "Can’t talk, won’t explain, and still somehow manage to make everything more inconvenient."

Then he pointed lazily at Lucien.

"There. Better shell. Go take it. Mine needs a minute."

Severance turned.

His gaze met Lucien’s.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed.

If he had to compare the two, the answer was obvious.

Convergence was more difficult.

Severance was stronger.

That difference mattered.

Convergence killed by finishing possibilities. He denied instinct. He made reaction irrelevant.

Severance was different. His every strike was fatal, every motion was monstrous, and every angle was soaked in destructive inevitability...

But he was still readable in one crucial way.

Lucien’s instincts worked on him.

Severance was straightforward.

He cut. He ended. He severed.

And because of that, Lucien could at least trust his own body to scream before death arrived.

Convergence was worse when it came to surviving. Severance was worse when it came to enduring a hit.

If both of them joined properly—

Lucien would not last.

Which meant he had to move while Convergence was still healing and before Severance settled into a rhythm that ended the battle outright.

Convergence, as if reading the shape of Lucien’s thought, smiled.

"You can call whoever you want," he said. "I’m not unfair."

He shrugged.

"Wouldn’t want you blaming me later."

Then his tone softened with mock sympathy.

"Though I don’t think anyone’s going to answer."

Lucien’s face darkened immediately.

He tried anyway.

The Concord Pact link pulsed.

There was connection.

He could feel it.

The structure itself still existed. The oath-line had not been erased. But the answer did not come.

Not because the other side was silent.

Because Oblivion’s mark had stripped away recognition. The Pact could still transmit him in principle, but to every other mind on the chain, the signal arrived as an absence that did not resolve into Lucien. The bond remained. The meaning did not.

He tried the communication device that linked him to Seran.

Nothing.

Not because it was broken.

Because devices tied to identity and directed intent required the world to agree that "Lucien" was a valid endpoint.

Oblivion had not just erased him from memory.

It had cut him loose from relational certainty.

Anything that depended on being recognized, being addressed, and being remembered as the person on the other end... now failed in subtle, horrifying ways.

The universe had not forgotten that such connections once existed.

It had forgotten that he was the rightful person attached to them.

Lucien lowered the device.

His eyes closed for one brief moment.

Nothing worked.

Convergence laughed softly.

That made Lucien hate it more.

Then—

Severance moved.

Lucien’s instincts screamed.

A wave of severance crossed the battlefield in a single sweep of the scythe.

Lucien acted instantly.

He threw on another drop.

Veil of Fractured Reality — A robe that lets the wearer phase between dimensions for short durations, allowing attacks and spells to pass through harmlessly. Consumes the user’s energy rapidly.

His form slipped sideways into fractured dimensional overlap.

The wave passed through him—

No.

It passed through where he had shifted.

Severance was already there.

He had cut the distance itself.

One moment he was far. The next he stood before Lucien with the scythe already descending.

Lucien triggered the Veil again, trying to deepen his phase and make the strike miss entirely.

Severance cut through that too.

He severed the phase.

Lucien’s instincts rang so hard it was almost pain.

He twisted away at the last possible moment.

The scythe clipped him—

and the Beloved Bastion answered.

Instead of being separated at the logic of his existence, Lucien was spared the full conceptual end of the strike. The armor took the deeper intention and forced the result down into impact.

The blow still sent him flying.

Lucien reeled through the air, but this time his Crown of Creation shifted.

He invoked one of the integrated authorities he had earlier folded into it.

Crown of the Colossal King — Channels earth’s raw might. When worn, it enhances strength, vitality and regeneration while providing resistance against knockback or pressure-based attacks.

The effect flowed through the Crown of Creation at once.

Lucien felt his body become heavier in the truest sense. His structure thickened. Pressure stopped owning him quite as easily. The momentum bleeding through him lost part of its right to keep throwing him away.

He vanished from the line of force.

And this time, he attacked first.

Before closing, he triggered another drop.

Shadowguard Essence – Temporarily creates a barrier that absorbs damage equal to a portion of the user’s mana.

Mana surged outward and hardened into a thin dark barrier that followed the outline of his body.

Then Morphis split into two short daggers filled with enough law-pressure to make the air around them whine.

Lucien spun into the assault under the Law of Tempest. Wind, pressure, afterimages, mirrored steps from the Boots of Reflection, and Morphis’ draconic force combined until his approach looked less like a man rushing forward and more like a violent weather system choosing a target.

Severance met him.

Like a monster pleased to finally have something moving toward him fast enough to justify the swing.

The scythe came in at an impossible angle. The line between impossible and permitted had been severed for the sake of the strike.

It should have split Lucien open.

But—

The Shadowguard Essence took it first.

The barrier bloomed, absorbed the first layer of damage, and in return devoured an enormous amount of Lucien’s divine energy in a single horrifying gulp.

Lucien gritted his teeth through the drain and used the half-beat it bought him.

He struck.

Both daggers drove in at Severance’s side.

He hit.

Actually hit.

Blood welled.

But not much.

It was too shallow and too insultingly little for what it cost him.

Severance did not even seem to feel pain the way Convergence’s shell had. He only registered the fact of injury and continued the exchange as if that fact belonged to someone else.

Lucien roared and overloaded the blades with laws.

But then, Severance changed attacks.

At point-blank range, he released a wave of severance toward Lucien’s mind itself, trying to cut apart the relationship between body, soul, and thought.

Lucien activated another defense in the same instant.

Starlit Codex.

It stabilized the relation between his layers just before Severance reached them. The attack still bit. Lucien felt part of his awareness go cold. But it did not fully separate him.

He smiled despite the danger.

Back then, the first time he had met Severance, he had felt almost like prey before a disaster.

Now—

Even in the Celestial Realm—

He could make him bleed.

That’s a huge improvement.

But that confidence lasted only a moment.

Then Severance cut.

The daggers stopped meaningfully existing in the place they were embedded.

And in that same instant—

Lucien felt it again.

The wrong stillness.

The invisible narrowing.

Convergence... had re-entered the battle.

He had simply chosen the exact point where Lucien, Severance, and the remnants of the battlefield all agreed too strongly on the next sequence.

Lucien was caught in it.

He tried to move... but he couldn’t.

Severance’s next wave hit.

And Lucien died again.

The saving light exploded around him.

Restoration dragged him back—

But before he could move properly, the convergence point closed again.

Another death followed immediately.

Lucien tore himself free the third time by acting the moment he returned.

He leapt backward and crushed another drop into himself.

Shedding Scale Relic – A preserved serpent scale that allows the user to purge one debuff by shedding a layer of aura.

At once, a layer of his aura peeled away like old skin.

He understood.

Convergence had not simply trapped him spatially.

He had marked him during the re-entry point with a hidden debuff. An invisible Inevitability Latch, a convergence-brand that caused all immediate recovery vectors to collapse toward the same fatal follow-up if Lucien tried to act normally after restoration.

That was why the second death had landed so fast.

The Shedding Scale tore the latch away.

Lucien stumbled back, breathing hard.

One Life-Link Talisman remained.

His heart pounded once.

Hard enough to hurt.

The battlefield around him felt enormous.

Severance hovered with the scythe ready. Convergence stood farther back, hand newly healed, watching like a patient executioner who had no need to hurry the axe.

And Lucien—

With one life left—

Raised his head again.