100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 504 - Return

Lucien dressed quickly.

That decision was made less out of virtue than survival.

The little world around them was quiet, beautiful, and far too good at making everything feel soft and inevitable.

In a place like this, with no one else present and no duties imdiately pressing at the edge of the mont, indulgence could beco dangerously easy.

Lucien was not blind to that.

It was not that he did not want more.

That was, in fact, the problem.

So he put his clothes back on with the grim focus of a man retreating from a battlefield he had very much enjoyed and therefore could not be trusted near for too long.

Behind him, Seraphine watched with visible dissatisfaction.

Then, after one long look that did absolutely nothing to help his restraint, she began dressing too.

Lucien made the mistake of glancing at her halfway through.

Then imdiately looked away.

Then failed and looked again.

His skill:Breed had not exactly been unhelpful the night before. If anything, it had been offensively effective. He was now deeply and personally offended by how perfect the thing apparently was.

That knowledge did not strengthen his discipline.

It only made it harder to pretend he was not tempted to forget every unresolved mystery in the world for another hour or six.

Lucien exhaled slowly.

Their Celestial bodies were powerful enough that the night had not left either of them exhausted. But that only made endless indulgence more dangerous, not less.

He had too many things to do, too many questions unanswered, and too much people depending on him to allow himself to beco addicted to an empty little paradise and the woman beside him.

Fortunately, Seraphine seed to understand that too.

Unfortunately, understanding it did not stop her from looking as though she strongly disagreed with the decision anyway.

When they finally stepped out of the hut, the air of that created world greeted them like a hand laid gently over the mind.

The field was still there. The silence too. The endless, deliberate nostalgia of the place had not weakened at all.

But Seraphine had changed.

She looked brighter now.

Like a knot that had sat in her heart for longer than she knew had finally loosened, and the relief of it was quietly changing the shape of her expression.

So hidden strain had gone out of her. The steel was still there. The brilliance too. But now there was space inside her face for warmth to stay without having to fight so hard for permission.

She stepped close to Lucien and leaned lightly against his shoulder without saying anything.

Lucien let her.

That, too, felt natural in a way he found both pleasant and mildly alarming.

For a little while they simply stood there.

Seraphine was quiet. Lucien closed his eyes and breathed in the cool air. The world did strange things to the heart. It made one want to keep still. To stay. To look backward kindly and forward without urgency.

Eventually Lucien opened his eyes and broke the silence.

"Would you like to co with to my territory?"

Seraphine did not answer at once.

Instead she shifted slightly closer, as if his warmth alone deserved proper appreciation before serious words were allowed to interrupt it. Then she tipped her face up and gave him a small smile.

"I want to," she said. "But not yet."

Lucien waited.

"I need to settle things in the East first. The branch is stable, but that is not the sa as finished. And..." She paused, then added with unusual softness, "I’ve grown attached to the others."

Lucien smiled at that.

He did not push.

Her willingness alone pleased him more than he had expected. And he understood responsibility well enough not to resent hers.

"I won’t steal you from your duties," he said.

Seraphine gave him a look.

"You say that as if you weren’t about to try."

"I was being optimistic."

"That’s a flattering word for it."

Lucien laughed.

The exchange sat lightly between them, exactly where it should have. Nothing in it felt strained. Nothing felt like they were forcing themselves into roles after what had happened. If anything, the ease of it made the whole thing feel more real.

After a little while, Seraphine reached into her storage ring and drew out a box.

It was carefully concealed against ordinary probing.

She held it out to him.

Lucien took it with curiosity and opened it.

Inside rested an Origin Core fragnt.

He looked up at once.

Seraphine’s expression remained calm, but there was sothing in her eyes that made it clear this was not a casual gift.

"Take it," she said. "The leader said you needed more. And this belongs to you anyway."

Lucien studied the fragnt, then her.

He did not fully understand what she ant by that last line.

Still, he answered according to the aning he knew.

"What’s yours doesn’t have to beco mine."

Seraphine imdiately lifted a hand and pressed two fingers lightly against his lips.

"Take it," she repeated.

There was no room for debate in her tone.

Lucien held her gaze for another mont, then smiled.

He closed the box, stepped closer, and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you."

Seraphine’s eyes softened almost imperceptibly.

"There is no need for formality between us."

That answer stayed with him longer than the kiss had.

...

Soon after, they began walking through the strange little world in search of the return array.

Lucien did try, more than once, to circle back toward what she had seen inside the hut.

He kept his tone light, but his curiosity was real.

"What exactly did you see?"

Seraphine glanced at him once, then ahead again.

"Sothing you will know later."

"That is a terrible answer."

"It is also the only one you’re getting."

Lucien tried again a little later from another angle.

"Was it painful?"

"Maybe."

"That is sohow even worse."

Seraphine almost smiled.

He let the matter rest after that.

Because he could tell the truth was too new and too raw inside her still. She was holding it carefully, the way one might hold a wound that was healing and breaking open at the sa ti.

So instead they talked about other things.

About the East. About the branch. About the absurdity of so Liberator habits. About whether Seran’s sense of humor was a sign of hidden wisdom or long-term spiritual damage.

Eventually they reached the teleportation array.

Lucien’s attention sharpened imdiately.

The mont he saw the structure again, he stepped closer with the full and hungry concentration of a man who had just found a new obsession.

He studied every line, every layered circuit, every relationship between the larger array body and the hidden corrective marks nested beneath it. The thing was beautiful.

Seraphine stood nearby and watched him with open amusent.

"You’re drooling."

"It deserves it."

That drew a quiet laugh out of her.

Lucien continued his study a while longer, fixing the structure into mory as deeply as he could. By the ti he stepped back, he had the satisfied look of soone already half inside a future project.

Then both of them stepped onto the array.

The world lit beneath their feet.

A breath later, they stood once more in the hidden chamber of the Big World.

They exchanged a look.

Then Seraphine activated the Covenant of Pathless Sovereignty again, and the fold of transit returned them cleanly to her laboratory in the Eastern Liberator branch.

Back inside the room, the mood changed subtly.

Still, Seraphine remained in a visibly good mood. The change in her was not temporary. It had settled. It belonged to her now.

Lucien looked at her, then said, "I’m going to study that teleportation array."

A pause.

"If I can reproduce even part of it properly, I might be able to visit more often."

That made her pause.

Then she nodded.

"The East will likely enter expansion again soon. Once things settle and my side is no longer a ss of responsibilities pretending to be an organization, I’ll co with you."

That pleased him more than he let show.

There was not much left to say after that.

The important words had already been said. The rest could wait.

Their gazes locked again.

Lucien swallowed once.

Seraphine noticed. Her lips curved.

Then both of them moved at the sa ti and t in another kiss.

This one was less desperate than the first in the little world.

No less real.

When they pulled apart, Lucien rested his forehead briefly against hers and smiled.

"Then I should go now."

Seraphine looked altogether too satisfied with herself.

She licked her lips lightly, then nodded once.

Lucien imdiately stepped back.

That was a survival instinct.

A very wise one.

He activated the Covenant before she could decide that "going now" was a negotiable concept and vanished from the laboratory with just enough speed to preserve his dignity.

He returned directly to his private quarters in Lootwell.

The familiar sensation of ho settled over him at once, and with it ca the very imdiate realization that he had been gone just long enough for certain people to start worrying.

So he left the room and imdiately sought out Vivian.

He found her where he expected to. In motion, issuing orders to subordinates with the calm authority she had grown into so naturally that at tis it still amused him to rember the younger version of her.

When she saw him, her face brightened at once.

"Lu." She ca closer. "You’re finally back. I was starting to worry."

Lucien smiled and ruffled her hair.

"What could possibly happen?"

Vivian gave him a flat look.

"With you? Everything."

That was fair.

Still, as she stood there looking at him, her expression changed.

Slightly.

"What happened?" she asked slowly. "You seem... changed."

Lucien placed a hand over his chest as though wounded by the accusation.

"Sis, I’ve only been gone a day. What kind of dramatic transformation are you imagining?"

He pulled her into a quick hug before she could answer.

Vivian accepted it automatically.

Then, halfway through the embrace, she stilled.

Lucien did not catch the reason imdiately.

But soone else did.

The elental won arrived at almost the sa mont.

Marie was the first to stop dead.

Then her eyes narrowed.

Very slowly.

"Luc," she said.

That tone made him cautious imdiately.

She stepped closer.

Then she leaned in and sniffed him.

Lucien stared at her.

Marie stared back.

Then her expression changed into scandalized revelation.

"This is another woman’s scent."

Kaia froze next.

Her eyes sharpened with horrifying efficiency.

"This is not just perfu."

Sylra did not move closer. A soft current of wind slipped around Lucien once, gathered what it needed, and returned to her.

She frowned at once.

anwhile, Marina had already gone completely still.

Her eyes widened. Then watered. Then filled.

Lucien saw it and, for one fleeting mont, considered fleeing.

Too late.

Marina marched up to him, hit his chest with what could only be described as an emotionally devastated watery punch, and burst into tears.

"You traitor," she wailed. "I was clearly first."

Then, in one fluid and extrely dramatic motion, her body dissolved into a rush of living water and shot away down the corridor in full heartbreak.

"My prince, you traitor!"

Her voice echoed long after she was gone.

Silence followed.

A deeply judgntal silence.

Lucien scratched his cheek.

"Oops."

Marie put both hands on her hips.

"Oops?"

Kaia folded her arms.

Sylra said nothing.

That was, sohow, worse.

Vivian slowly stepped out of the hug and looked from Lucien to the direction Marina had fled, then back to Lucien again.

Understanding dawned.

Lucien, seeing that look, realized with a sinking certainty that whatever ca next—

was not good.