100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?-Chapter 420 - Resonance

The next day, Lucien finally began bringing people out.

And with that single decision, the territory immediately lost whatever fragile peace it had been pretending to maintain.

Chaos was born almost at once.

Not bad chaos.

But loud chaos.

Kaia, naturally, was at the center of it.

The moment she spotted Seren and the other Liberators she had once traveled with at Earth Two Point Zero, she lit up like a bonfire discovering more fire.

"You’re alive!"

She charged forward without waiting for dignity to catch up with her.

The others reacted much the same. Surprise burst into laughter, into greetings, into the rough kind of joy that only came after people had sincerely thought they might never see one another again.

At the same time, another reunion was unfolding nearby.

Starforge had come face to face with the former Verdant Veil.

The two groups stopped, measured, and recognized.

For one quiet moment, the old history between them stood up again.

Lucien saw Eirene move first.

Lilith moved too.

And then the two women stood opposite each other, close enough that the air between them seemed to sharpen.

Lilith wore her usual smirk.

Eirene answered with her usual calm smile.

Only her eyes had narrowed.

Marie, standing beside Lucien, leaned whispered, "Ooh. That is bad bad."

Lucien said nothing.

For a heartbeat, he genuinely wondered if they would fight.

Then both women turned and looked at him.

And just like that, the mood changed.

The edge vanished.

The old rivalry did not disappear, exactly, but it stepped backward and remembered itself.

Eirene spoke first.

"Welcome," she said, "to Brother Luc’s territory. I hope we will get along well from now on."

She paused deliberately.

"We were once Verdant Veil, as you may know. But now, we are Brother Luc’s people."

She stressed the last part.

Lucien noticed it immediately.

She was not simply being courteous.

She was drawing a line.

No old banners. No divided loyalties.

Not here.

Lilith caught the meaning at once.

A satisfied smile flickered across her face, almost as if she approved of Eirene for finally saying the correct thing.

"We too are under Brother’s territory now," Lilith replied. "So we will follow his rule."

Behind her, Anvil-Horn gave a firm nod, clearly supporting her answer.

That was enough.

The tension dissolved.

Starforge began smiling and waving. Verdant Veil answered in kind.

Old rivals became new neighbors with astonishing speed once they realized both sides were competent and now equally under someone else’s banner.

Soon they were already speaking to one another.

Comparing trade goods.

Talking craftsmanship.

Laughing.

As if they had only been waiting for permission to stop pretending the past still mattered more than the future.

Only the two women at the center remained standing still for a moment longer.

Then Lilith leaned in and whispered something in Eirene’s ear.

Eirene froze.

Her entire posture locked for one absurd second.

Lilith immediately laughed, patted her arm once with unbearable smugness, and walked away as if she had just committed a minor crime and enjoyed every second of it.

Lucien watched Eirene remain rooted in place for another breath before she recovered.

He decided, very wisely, not to ask.

The others were getting along.

That was already good enough.

•••

Meanwhile, Kaia approached Lucien.

Or rather, she was halfway toward approaching him when Marie noticed her.

Marie’s brows rose instantly, as if she had just smelled something suspicious.

Kaia saw Marie a moment later and reacted as if personally offended by Marie’s existence.

Lucien blinked.

That was... new.

Marie was normally extroverted with almost everyone.

But now she looked strangely hostile.

The two women walked toward each other.

Stopped.

Then continued until they were almost nose to nose.

Lucien stared.

The atmosphere grew weird so quickly that even he struggled to keep up.

Marie narrowed her eyes.

"Ew," she said. "I smell burnt bread."

Kaia recoiled as if struck.

Then immediately fired back.

"Ha. More like rotten potato."

A silence followed.

Then both their eyes widened at the exact same time.

Recognition.

Shock.

And then—

They lunged forward and hugged each other violently.

"Bitch, is that really you?! There is no one who smells more burnt than you!"

"Freak! Go back to your farm! I did not expect you to get reincarnated too!"

Lucien stood there, stunned.

The mood swing was too abrupt for him to process with dignity.

A second ago they had looked ready to claw each other’s faces off. Now they were hugging and insulting one another with the deep sincerity of old friends.

He watched them in silence.

Then, for reasons he did not respect, he discreetly extended his sense of smell.

Nothing.

No burnt bread.

No rotten potato.

In fact, both of them smelled perfectly fine.

Pleasant, even.

Lucien immediately smacked his own forehead.

What was he even doing?

’That was creepy.’

He withdrew the sense at once and decided to never acknowledge that thought again.

•••

As the two women continued yelling at each other with suspicious affection, Lucien finally pieced enough together to understand the obvious.

They knew each other from their past life.

And not casually.

Closely.

The kind of closeness that survived into the next life not through reason, but through instinct and ridiculous insults.

He listened.

Marie laughed first.

"Too bad the other two didn’t get reincarnated too. We could’ve been together again and gone around slaying bad guys."

Kaia snorted.

"Let them rest. One had androphobia, and the other refused to leave her room unless we dragged her out. I would be shocked if either of them ended up here."

Lucien froze.

Then slowly turned toward them.

He pointed at Marie.

"Earth," he said.

Then at Kaia.

"Fire."

His eyes sharpened.

Inside him, there was Air.

And Water.

He stared at the two women.

Then smiled.

"You two," he said, "I want to introduce you to someone."

They blinked.

Then looked at each other.

Then back at him.

They nodded.

•••

Lucien pulled both of them into his divine energy core.

Then he blinked away with them, choosing a safe enough distance from Sylra’s house that he would not startle her.

As they walked, he asked a question that had been bothering him.

"By the way," he said, "how did you two recognize each other so quickly?"

Both women paused.

Then answered at the same time.

"Women’s instinct."

Lucien stopped walking.

He stared at them.

Women’s instinct.

He had no skill by that name.

And yet, it had apparently allowed two reincarnated lunatics to detect one another by insulting smell metaphors.

Lucien’s curiosity won.

He asked his system.

’System,’ he asked internally, ’can my job skill copy their Women’s Instinct?’

The reply came at once.

[Ting!]

[Skill unavailable.]

[Women’s Instinct is not a formal skill, but a pattern-recognition privilege observed among certain women.]

[Description: A loosely defined instinctive faculty that allows rapid emotional, social, and identity inference through minimal cues.]

[Warning: Users often deny it is guesswork and insist it is obvious.]

Lucien stared at the prompt.

Then slowly lowered the interface.

He was amused.

And mildly offended.

"So it really is just... intuition weaponized by confidence."

•••

By the time they neared Sylra’s house, Marie had already begun squinting suspiciously at the distant structure.

"Luc," she said slowly, "are you hiding a woman here?"

Kaia’s eyes widened in scandalized delight.

"Brother. I never knew you were like this."

Lucien coughed.

With these two, every harmless truth immediately became dangerous.

He did not entertain their so-called instinct.

"You’ll understand when you see her," he said.

They approached.

Inside the house, Sylra had already sensed them from miles away.

The disturbance in the air had reached her long before their footsteps did.

When she recognized Lucien’s pattern mixed with two unfamiliar signatures, she grew cautious.

She stepped out to meet them.

The moment she appeared, Marie and Kaia both stopped.

Their eyes widened.

Then they slowly turned toward Lucien with the exact same suspicious look.

Lucien did not react.

He stayed three meters away from Sylra, giving her space.

To his surprise, Sylra spoke first.

"Luc," she said, "are they your friends?"

That alone nearly made him smile.

She sounded friendly.

His effort with her had not been wasted.

"Yes," he said. "I came to introduce them to you. It must be lonely here by yourself."

Sylra gave a small nod and a smaller smile.

Marie and Kaia stared harder.

Now they noticed it too.

Lucien was not going closer.

Not because of distance.

Because he was respecting one.

The two women slowly approached Sylra instead.

And the moment they entered within a meter of her—

All three froze.

Sylra’s eyes widened first.

Then Marie’s.

Then Kaia’s.

"This is..." Sylra began.

Marie’s mouth fell open.

Kaia’s voice cracked into a whisper.

...

Lucien felt it clearly now.

It was not women’s instinct but a resonance.

Faint, but real.

He nearly laughed.

’So that was it.’

This is not a coincidence.

They had been meant to meet.

Whatever that meeting would bring, it would not be small.

Then Kaia suddenly blurted, "You... you’re not afraid of men anymore?"

Marie even copied Sylra’s earlier tone perfectly.

"Luc, are they your friends?"

Sylra nearly choked.

Her face turned red enough that Lucien looked away on principle.

The reunion might have continued there.

It probably would have exploded into questions, yelling, crying, and accusations within the next twenty seconds.

So Lucien cut it off cleanly.

"There is one more person," he said.

All three women turned to him at once.

And in that instant, they realized the same thing.

Whoever he was introducing next might be connected too.

Lucien said nothing more.

He simply blinked them all toward the inner void.

When Kaia saw Marina’s enclosed ocean-world from afar, her eyes lit up at once.

"Flat earth!"

Marie and Sylra sighed together with the exhausted unity of people who had apparently done this before.

Lucien did not comment.

He led them through the firmament, past the pressure boundary, and toward Marina’s island.

The moment they crossed into the island’s sensory range, the water bubbles detected his presence.

And detected three other women with him.

Marina reacted instantly.

A jet of water surged out from the mansion like a launched arrow.

Marie and Kaia tensed immediately, ready to move.

Sylra’s air stirred on instinct.

But before any of them could act, the rushing water coiled around Lucien instead of striking him.

The others all faltered.

The water solidified.

Marina formed herself from it in a fluid spiral, wrapping one arm around Lucien before looking over his shoulder.

"My Prince, who are the—"

She stopped.

Mid-sentence.

Her gaze locked onto the other three women.

And the resonance hit again.

This time stronger.

Much stronger.

Marina detached herself from Lucien so quickly it almost looked like she had burned herself.

She pointed at them, completely speechless.

Marie pointed back.

Kaia did too.

Sylra stared.

The air between the four women seemed to vibrate.

Lucien felt the resonance intensify sharply, threading across all four of them at once like four separated notes suddenly finding the same song.