100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 53 - Max Loyalty

"My Lord."

Clara greeted him with a small bow.

Lucien gave a nod.

"What’s up, Clara?"

She hesitated. "Actually... I came to ask for permission."

Lucien raised a brow. "For what exactly?"

"Well... My Lord, would it be alright if we rebuilt our base of operations too? We’d like it to resemble a church."

Lucien fell into silence.

Religion... That was never his strong suit.

Does it make people good?

He wasn’t sure. To him, goodness was relative. One man’s virtue was another man’s vice.

But if there was one thing he truly hated, it was hypocrisy.

Those who sinned freely then turned around and begged for forgiveness as if that wiped the slate clean.

People who planned their wrongdoing, thinking they could just repent later.

That kind of blind faith disgusted him.

He didn’t want his people becoming like that.

Lucien studied Clara quietly.

Then sighed.

’She’s not like that,’ he thought.

Clara wasn’t the type to commit sins under the guise of faith.

If anything, she saw the world through a strange lens, colored by her Divine Sense. She once told him that evil had a malicious color she couldn’t bear to look at.

Eccentric? Absolutely. But not dangerous.

Despite her quirks, she’d never harmed anyone in the territory. She was strange, intense... but sincere.

And religion did have one undeniable strength.

Hope.

A driving force.

When people are at their lowest, they cling to it.

To faith.

To belief.

It becomes fuel when everything else runs dry.

Lucien exhaled and made his decision.

"Alright. Talk to Stone. Tell him what you need."

Clara’s face lit up, her grin wide and radiant. Her eyes practically sparkled.

"Thank you, My Lord! I won’t betray your trust!"

She spun around and took off, skipping toward Stone with the energy of a child who’d just been granted their biggest wish.

Lucien watched her go, shaking his head.

He doesn’t know what she means but he brushed the thought aside.

Suddenly, a familiar sound rang in his ears.

[Ting!]

[CONDITIONS MET...]

[You have fulfilled Clara’s lifelong wish.]

[Clara’s Loyalty has reached 100.]

Lucien blinked, startled.

"Huh?"

Then it clicked.

"So that’s why most people’s loyalty caps at 99... I have to fulfill their wishes... their dreams! To push it to 100?!"

He rubbed his chin, frowning.

"That’s going to be tricky."

First off, he didn’t know what most of their wishes even were. And second... it’d be awkward to ask them outright.

"Hey, what’s your lifelong dream?... Yeah, no. Not happening."

He needed a more natural way to figure it out.

But the system wasn’t done.

The next prompt made his eyes widen. It made Lucien stopped in his tracks.

[You may now Copy one of Clara’s available skills.]

[Please choose one skill:]

• Divine Sense

• First-Aid

• Sermon

• Comfort

• Grappling

• Bone Crusher

• Knife Throw

...

"...Eh?"

Lucien blinked at the screen, baffled.

The good kind of baffled.

"Wait—what? I can copy skills now?"

His eyes narrowed.

"So this happens when someone hits 100 Loyalty? I can straight-up copy one of their skills?"

He stared at the list again, more puzzled this time.

"Hold on... Grappling? Bone Crusher? Knife Throw? When the hell did Clara learn these things?!"

Those were Defense Division skills. He remembered assigning those to Lukas’s team.

Lucien turned his head and saw Clara chatting animatedly with Stone.

Cheerful as ever.

A chill ran down his spine.

"...What the hell is she preparing for?"

He rubbed his arms as goosebumps formed.

’Scary. Definitely scary.’

Lucien shook his head, trying to brush off the unease.

He had to choose one skill.

And honestly, there was only one real option.

Divine Sense.

But just as he hovered over the selection... he hesitated.

’What if it comes with the side effects?’

He remembered how Clara described it.

Seeing the world through colors tied to morality and intent. To him, that sounded more like a curse than a gift.

Like being overwhelmed by meaning.

Like being blind to the physical world and drowning in emotional hues.

He wasn’t sure he could handle that.

But...

Ever since acquiring his Divine Energy Core, he’d noticed something.

Most skills didn’t affect him the way they were supposed to. Side effects were dulled... if not outright negated.

’Maybe it’ll be the same this time.’

He recalled the time he briefly accessed Divine Sense through Cram Session.

A preview of the skill.

The version he used then had been incomplete.

It was more like a weaker echo of what the real thing could be.

Still... it hadn’t hurt him.

And now, he had the chance to obtain the full version. For real.

Lucien took a breath.

After a long moment of serious deliberation, Lucien made his choice.

He clicked on Divine Sense.

[Ting!]

[You can only choose one. Are you sure you want to select: Divine Sense?]

[Yes / No]

"Yes."

A flat answer.

[Skill: DIVINE SENSE Obtained]

And just like that, the world shifted.

The skill etched itself into his very core.

Into something deeper than flesh and thought.

He felt a subtle tug from within as if his divine energy was greeting a long-lost companion.

Something had just clicked into place.

A connection.

Lucien’s eyes widened as the changes took hold.

This version of Divine Sense. It was different.

It was complete.

And more importantly, it was his.

Fully under his control.

Divine Sense was supposed to be a passive skill.

But for Lucien now, it worked differently.

He could control it at will. Turn it on or off as easily as blinking. Like an active skill yet not quite.

It responded to his thoughts, not triggers.

"Is it because of my Divine Energy Core?" he wondered.

Whatever the reason, there were no side effects. No disorienting surge. No sensory overload.

Just seamless activation and perfect clarity.

With a simple thought, the skill responded.

And then he saw it.

The colors.

More vivid and precise than what he’d experienced through Cram Session.

Not chaotic or blinding but structured.

He glanced around.

Each person nearby shimmered with a distinct glow. Auras of peace, kindness, loyalty.

"So this is what Clara sees..."

Lucien stood quietly for a moment, taking it all in.

This power. It wasn’t just perception. It was insight.

Lucien nodded to himself, already feeling the changes.

His senses had sharpened. His awareness expanded beyond the physical.

And his connection to his Divine Energy Core?

Seamless.

He no longer needed to close his eyes to access it.

No need for deep focus or meditation.

No effort required to channel divine energy into his eyes just to see auras or essence.

Now, all it took was a thought.

A simple will... and it obeyed.

Lucien grinned.

"I’ve gotten stronger again... and I didn’t even see it coming."

But then a thought surfaced.

"Wait... Sebas also has 100 Loyalty."

So why hadn’t the system offered him Sebas’s skills?

"Does it only work when loyalty reaches 100... and not if it started that way?" he muttered with a sigh.

"Damn. That probably means I can’t copy any more of Skittles’ slime skills either."

Still... it wasn’t a total loss.

At the very least, he could keep racking up experience points from them thanks to his job skill: Extra Credit.

’Small wins,’ he thought with a shrug.

He let out a soft sigh as he made his way toward the garden.

There were new seeds to plant.

And he was genuinely excited to see what would sprout.

"Maybe some new variants of special crops... hehehe," he chuckled to himself.

The possibilities were endless and Lucien was always eager for surprises.

•••

After finishing up in the garden, Lucien went looking for Maxim.

He had a simple question in mind.

He wanted to ask when they were expected to leave for the capital.

"No need to rush, Nephew," he said with a calm smile. "You still have time to settle things here. Come. I’ll show you something."

Curious, Lucien followed him.

They walked past the usual bustle until they reached the large tax caravans stationed at the edge of the plaza.

Maxim led him toward one and motioned for him to step inside.

Lucien ducked in and paused...

He saw something inside.

At first glance, it looked like a small carriage.

But something was off.

It didn’t have wheels.

Not a single one.

Maxim stepped beside him with his eyes gleaming.

"Behold its magnificence," he said, voice filled with pride. "This... is our Wind Chariot."

Maxim then gestured to one corner.

Lucien only noticed it now.

A metal cage nestled in the rear compartment. Inside, a creature stirred.

’A wyvern?’

Maxim nodded as if reading his mind.

"This one’s been tamed by our family. The wyvern and this chariot are both my personal lifeline. If things ever go south, I escape with them."

He spoke with unmistakable pride as if revealing a family heirloom.

Lucien was stunned.

A monster-powered flying carriage? This was far beyond what he expected.

Maxim stepped beside the Wind Chariot and pressed a hidden mechanism along its frame.

With a soft click and a low hum, the entire structure began to rise.

Slow.

Steady.

It floated off the ground, lifting into the air like it weighed nothing at all.

Lucien was speechless for a moment, staring at the floating chariot in awe.

Then he leaned closer, curiosity burning in his eyes.

"Uncle Max... does that mean—"

He didn’t even finish the question when Maxim grinned and cut in.

"You guessed it, Nephew. We’ll be flying through the air using the Wind Chariot. With the help of our wyvern, of course. And the best part? It’ll only take one to three days to reach the capital, depending on the wind."

He said it with no small amount of pride.

Lucien’s eyes lit up.

It was different from what he had imagined but in the best way possible.

He turned his gaze back to the chariot.

He realized that the wyvern wasn’t just for pulling. It would guide the chariot mid-air.

A living navigator.

He circled the floating carriage, taking mental notes.

’It’s small... maybe fits five at most.’

Lucien fell silent.

’Once I unlock the recipe for the airship, the system should be able to make something better. Something that doesn’t even need a wyvern.’

His mind raced with possibilities.

He and Maxim continued talking. They discussed the upcoming trip.

That’s when a familiar voice cut through the air behind them.

"Young Lord... Is that true? You’re going to the capital?!"

Lucien turned, blinking.

Oops.

It was Sebas.

And he definitely heard everything.

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