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

Lucien beamed as he transferred the contents of the Spatial Wallet into his INVENTORY.

Then he froze.

500 High-Grade Mana Cores had been added to his ASSETS.

His eyes widened.

That changes everything.

With that many cores, he could outright purchase the medium-sized Airship without hesitation.

Excitement flickered in his eyes but so did unease.

'Why would the Golddusts need this many High-Grade Mana Cores?'

Mid-Grade Mana Cores were already sufficient for training or leveling up.

There was no practical reason to stockpile such a powerful and expensive resource... unless they had something far more dangerous in mind.

Lucien's smile faded as his thoughts darkened.

'Are they planning something deeper? An artifact? An ancient spell? A large-scale ritual?'

He didn't have the answers. But his instincts were screaming that something wasn't right.

He rubbed his chin in thought.

"I need to tell Uncle Ed about this… tomorrow."

He made a mental note. This wasn't something he could ignore.

Shaking off the lingering thoughts, Lucien turned his focus back to his list.

He began purchasing the recipes he had previously marked.

One by one.

With each purchase, a new recipe is unlocked.

It's complete with detailed descriptions and crafting instructions.

Lucien wanted to craft an item now, in particular.

He tapped on it.

***

Gemcarver's Kit

Description:

A precise set of chisels, clamps and polishing tools for shaping and enchanting gemstones. Allows creation of socketed equipment and gem-based enchantments.

Materials:

• Tempered Steel x2

• Bronze x1

• Obsidian Fang x1

• Beast Hide Wrap x1

• Quartz Dust x1

• Resin x1

Crafting:

Forge tempered steel into chisel and clamp frames → Tip tools with obsidian fang → Coat in bronze → Wrap handles in beast hide wraps → Prepare quartz dust and resin for rune work...

[CRAFT] / [BACK]

***

Lucien's eyes gleamed.

He already had all the materials from their earlier shopping spree.

In fact, his Spatial Bags held mountains of resources. Many of which he hadn't yet found a use for.

Without wasting time, he pulled the required items from his Spatial Bags and transferred them into his INVENTORY.

Then he selected [CRAFT] and chose to produce 22 kits. One for each member of the Crafting Division.

The materials were automatically deducted.

A glowing progress bar appeared midair, steadily filling as the kits were being assembled by the system.

While the progress bar continued to fill, Lucien took the time to browse through the other unlocked recipes.

He began listing down the most promising ones specifically those he planned to assign to his Crafting Division.

Each recipe offered something new and with the right people working on them, their production capabilities would soar.

Afterward, he turned his attention to organizing his Spatial Bags.

He separated materials into categories. He carefully placed the items meant for distribution into separate bags.

There was simply too much. There's a mountain of supplies that wouldn't even fit inside all the buildings in Lootwell combined.

So, he handpicked only the essentials, selecting just the right amount to supply his people without overwhelming their current facilities.

Then he tapped on something he had been eyeing for a while

The Medium-Sized Airship.

The moment the blueprint loaded, Lucien's breath caught.

The resource requirements were staggering.

Several rare materials were listed... some of which he didn't even possess yet.

And powering the airship? It required High-Grade Mana Cores as fuel.

He clicked on the detailed schematic.

It wasn't just a recipe. It was a full-fledged blueprint.

Intricate and well-illustrated.

Every component, rune and magical conduit was precisely documented. Down to the angle of fittings and the layering of enchantments.

Lucien was thoroughly intrigued.

But he didn't rush it.

Not only was the project resource-intensive but it also relied on a steady supply of High-Grade Mana Cores.

'If only the Lootwell Dungeon could yield them...' he mused.

Most border dungeons were limited, capped at Tier 6 monsters at best.

But his own dungeon? It was different. He could feel it. It had the potential to produce stronger enemies...

Slimes specifically... and with them, better mana cores.

He just needed time.

And patience.

Soon after, the progress bar filled completely with a soft chime.

22 Gemcarver's Kits appeared in his INVENTORY.

Each kit was stored in a beautifully crafted container.

Sleek.

Polished.

Detailed with elegant engravings.

'As expected of the system. Always precise. Always aesthetic.'

With everything now sorted and prepared, Lucien made up his mind.

He sat cross-legged on the bed. Closed his eyes. And focused.

He reached out mentally to connect with his Mini Version.

...

The environment shifted.

Warm lighting greeted him.

To his relief, he wasn't in the Church this time.

He was seated at a large table inside the Town Hall.

He glanced across the table and spotted Sebas, hunched slightly over a stack of documents.

The moment Lucien arrived, the ambient air shifted. His Sovereign Aura flowed subtly.

Sebas paused. He felt it.

But he wasn't surprised. Clara had told him this might happen.

"Young Lord, welcome home," Sebas greeted with a smile of genuine warmth on his face.

Lucien smiled back.

"Sebas. It's late. Why are you still working?"

Sebas chuckled, brushing it off with a casual wave before launching into a summary of the day's events.

The two slipped easily into conversation like old friends.

They talked for a while, gradually becoming absorbed in each other's stories.

For Lucien, Sebas wasn't just a retainer. He was a confidant.

Someone he could trust with things he couldn't say aloud to anyone else.

To him, Sebas was family.

At some point in the conversation, Lucien mentioned that the manor could finally be renovated. Vivian had given her confirmation.

Sebas was pleased to hear it.

The conversation continued until time became irrelevant.

Eventually, Lucien remembered why he came.

He stood and handed over 20 Spatial Bags. Each was filled with carefully prepared supplies and a stack of handwritten notes.

Instructions.

Reminders.

Plans.

Sebas accepted them with a silent nod of understanding.

After a brief farewell, Lucien severed the connection.

...

His consciousness returned to his real body.

Lucien opened his eyes.

He was back in his room.

Quietly, he laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling as the last thoughts of the day drifted through his mind.

And then, without realizing it...

He slipped into a deep sleep.

•••

Meanwhile, Lucien remained blissfully unaware of the chaos unraveling within the Golddust Estate.

Dorian was now facing the full weight of the consequences.

Losing the seal.

Failing the transaction.

Being publicly humiliated by Silvermine.

And losing their prestigious mounts.

Every failure pointed straight at him.

But this went beyond mere embarrassment.

They hadn't just lost face. They had lost something that if discovered by the castle, could drag their entire family into political ruin.

It was unprecedented.

In a dimly lit chamber thick with dread, a figure sat in silence and authority.

Magnus Golddust, the current Patriarch of the Golddust family.

He radiated a cold and suffocating pressure.

Before him, Dorian stood like a pig awaiting slaughter.

Magnus's expression was unreadable.

His piercing eyes bore into Dorian's soul, silently demanding answers.

"Brother, I'm telling you—it must've been Edric!" Dorian blurted, desperate to shift the blame.

Magnus didn't flinch.

His gaze darkened.

Though outwardly calm, an inferno burned behind his eyes.

At the mention of Edric's name, he paused.

"That's not possible." His voice was like ice. "I know Edric's capabilities too well. He's not someone who can steal something without you noticing."

He tapped the butt of his staff against the floor.

A foul, oppressive aura leaked from it. A cursed relic topped with a goblin skull.

If Dorian hadn't been his own brother...

He might not have walked out alive.

Dorian shook his head. His voice was low but urgent.

"No… He's Tier 8 now. He's… gotten stronger."

Magnus jolted.

His aura surged, pressing down like a storm about to break.

It was as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

Dorian who was caught in the crushing weight of his brother's presence, swallowed hard.

Then came Magnus's voice. Colder with each word.

"I injured him that day. Tier 7 was his limit."

His tone sharpened.

"Are you making excuses, Dorian?"

Dorian felt a chill crawl down his spine.

His brother wasn't just angry. He was on the edge of something darker.

Teeth clenched, Dorian lowered his head and recounted everything that had happened earlier.

Every detail.

Magnus listened in silence.

His expression shifted.

He didn't want to believe it.

But watching Dorian, he knew… he wasn't lying.

Eventually, Magnus exhaled through his nose and slowly sat back down.

This time, his fury simmered beneath a thin veil of calm.

But the silence between them had never felt more dangerous.

Magnus raised one hand, fingers curling in a subtle gesture.

He was activating a skill.

He was prepared to endure any backlash it might cause...

Whatever it took to confirm if the seal had somehow ended up in the Silvermine Estate.

A fierce glint sparked in his eyes.

Soon...

A malevolent dark aura coiled around him like a serpent, seeping from his staff as he used his skill.

Magnus groaned slightly under the strain but held firm, pushing through the discomfort.

Then...

Just as the aura surged forward...

It disintegrated mid-air.

Magnus froze.

His eyes widened.

His skill had… failed.

He turned slowly, trying to pinpoint the seal's direction but there was nothing.

No signal.

No trace.

He couldn't locate it.

"That's impossible…"

He muttered as his jaw tightened.

"Unless… the seal is in another dimension. Or hidden within the dungeons."

Then...

Magnus turned to Dorian once more with a glint of realization flashing in his gaze.

"It's not Edric. The seal isn't in the Silvermine."

Dorian stiffened.

His mind scrambled. 'If not Edric… then who?'

Then he remembered.

Lucien.

That strange aura he had felt.

That unnatural pressure.

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

'No. That's ridiculous. He's just a kid... isn't he?'

Magnus's voice cut through the silence.

"No one must know we lost the seal. This is a political disaster waiting to explode. If word reaches the castle, we'll lose more than reputation. We could lose our standing entirely."

He paused. His voice turned heavy.

"Contact the Assassin's Guild again."

He then added...

"Send people into the nearby dungeons. Deploy only those we trust to lead the search. If I can't locate the seal using my skill… then it must be hidden inside a dungeon."

Finally, his eyes sharpened as he delivered one last warning.

"Don't fail me again, Dorian. This is your last chance."

Dorian swallowed hard.

"Y-Yes, Brother…"

He turned and left, feeling smaller with every step.

But he did as ordered, relaying Magnus's commands to their most trusted aides without delay.

...

The next morning…

A scandal broke across the noble circles like wildfire.

Noble craftsman families... one after another... had blacklisted the Golddust family and all their known associates.

The reason?

Thornel Golddust had openly mocked the prominent craftsman families.

Now, the consequences were unavoidable.

It wasn't just hearsay anymore. The headlines were printed in the morning papers and the gossiping noble ladies turned it into the day's main entertainment.

When Magnus read the news, his fury surged to new heights.

His aura flared uncontrollably, warping the air around him.

The furniture trembled.

The walls groaned.

He was no longer capable of keeping his composure.

Not when it was clear.

Someone was deliberately sabotaging them.

His voice thundered through the estate.

"Bring Thornel here. Now!"

Servants and aides scrambled to obey, rushing out of the room.

Magnus gritted his teeth.

"This… This will ruin everything we've planned."

But this… was only the beginning.

Soon after, merchant after merchant began arriving at the front gates of the Golddust estate.

Each of them demanded payment for unsettled bills.

All tied to a recent, extravagant purchases.

A guard quickly reported the matter to Magnus.

But Magnus who was still seething from the morning news, turned his fury on the guard.

"Why are you bothering me with trivial matters? Go to Dorian and let him deal with it!"

The guard hesitated.

"Um… M-Marquis, it's not just one or two merchants. It's a whole line of them. They all brought contracts stamped with the Golddust Seal. And the purchases… they're all massive."

At the mention of the Golddust Seal, Magnus's eyes lit up.

Then his expression turned dark.

He waved his hand.

"Let one of them in. Now." He paused then added. "Wait. Choose one below Tier 5."

A merchant was then brought before him, clutching a stack of official-looking documents.

Magnus snatched them and read.

His eyes narrowed.

'Commoner's District Market…?'

His gaze dropped to the bottom of the contract.

There it was.

The Golddust Seal.

Clear.

Authentic.

Unmistakable.

His face hardened.

This wasn't just sabotage.

It was a message.

Someone was playing a dangerous game... using his own authority against him.

Magnus raised his goblin-topped staff.

Bleak mana seeped from it like smoke, coiling through the air before enveloping the merchant.

With a flick, the spell activated.

The merchant's eyes glazed over... hypnotized.

"Who made the purchases? What did they buy? Describe them."

The man answered without resistance.

But as the words spilled out, Magnus's expression twisted.

The descriptions matched Dorian and Thornel.

Magnus's eyes narrowed.

He summoned two more merchants to cross-check the accounts.

The others confirmed the same fabricated identities.

Dorian and Thornel seen in the Commoner's District, making outrageous purchases.

By the end of the third interview, his face had gone rigid.

His voice was low. Measured.

"A well-crafted plan… Who is targeting my family?"

His eyes drifted upward... toward the direction of the Silvermine Estate.

But after a moment, he shook his head.

Then—

A commotion erupted outside the estate walls.

Loud voices.

Shouting.

The merchants who had been waiting outside were growing restless.

They were no longer asking politely.

They were protesting.

Word had spread in their midst...

Golddust was refusing to pay.

A crowd was forming and fast.

Guards rushed to reinforce the gate but it was clear. The situation was spinning out of control.

Magnus's fists clenched around his staff.

"If this continues… The castle will get involved."