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title: "Chapter 193: Miniature Sun"
slug: "ch-193"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 193
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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With renewed focus, he turned his attention to another golden sphere.

And then another.

And another.

One Week Later…

Inside the vast space of his Soul Palace—

A breathtaking sight unfolded.

Thousands of fine, golden threads hovered around Max.

Some floated above him, swaying like delicate silk strands.

Some drifted below, pulsing faintly with power.

Others simply hovered in the air, like a constellation of veins woven from his very soul.

Max exhaled, his eyes flickering with pride and satisfaction.

"It’s done."

For the first time, his soul was no longer raw energy.

It was refined. Structured. Controlled.

Each thread represented a fragment of his soul force, but unlike before—

They were no longer wild and chaotic.

They were sharp. Precise. Powerful.

Max stared at the threads, deep in thought.

"In the Adept Rank, I should be able to transform them into a more definite solid shape."

This was just the first stage—

A necessary step toward true mastery.

But he had already paved the foundation.

When the time came—

These threads would no longer be mere strands.

They would become weapons. Shields. Constructs of pure soul force.

’The stronger I grow, the more I can do with them.’

Max clenched his fists, determination burning inside him.

Before leaving—

His eyes instinctively drifted to the transparent sphere.

The black cube.

The red seed.

Still silent. Still unreadable.

For now—

They remained a mystery.

Something he would have to understand later.

With a shake of his head, Max turned away.

It wasn’t time for that yet.

With a deep breath, he focused his will.

And then—

His form faded from within the Soul Palace.

As Max reappeared, he found himself exactly where he had disappeared.

But now—

Something had changed.

The blue orb of light was gone.

Vanished.

Leaving behind only him and the door with the sun symbol.

Max’s gaze locked onto the ancient door.

It stood tall and imposing, carved with the radiant emblem of the sun.

Its surface glowed faintly, as if waiting for something—

For him.

"Now, all that’s left is the door."

He took a step forward, reaching out—

But then—

A faint hum echoed through the chamber.

The door pulsed.

And Max felt it.

A strange energy radiating from the sun symbol.

Max narrowed his eyes.

’What lies beyond this door?’

He thought.

He had unlocked his Soul Palace.

He had refined his soul force.

But now—

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Max paused, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

Then—

With steady resolve, he opened the door.

The moment the door creaked open—

A wave of scorching heat exploded outward.

Inside the room—

A colossal sphere of fire hovered in the air, burning with an intensity that defied logic.

It was not just a flame.

It was a star.

A miniature sun.

The sheer heat radiating from it was enough to set the very air ablaze.

And in an instant—

The entire area outside the room caught fire.

Max felt the full force of the heat.

It was unbearable.

A temperature that could melt steel.

That could turn mountains to ash.

Yet—

His 300 Dragon Scales protected his body.

He remained unharmed.

But—

SIZZLE!

His clothes weren’t as fortunate.

The moment they were exposed to the flames—

They ignited instantly.

Burning away into nothing.

Leaving Max standing shirtless, his muscular body exposed

Though he barely even flinched.

Instead, his eyes remained locked on the massive sphere of flames.

’What the hell is this thing?’

Max narrowed his eyes.

’Let’s see up close.’

A green sphere of energy materialized around him, acting as a protective barrier.

The moment it enclosed him—

The unbearable heat from the flaming sphere was blocked.

Now, he could move freely.

He cautiously stepped closer to the colossal sphere of fire.

Its blazing form pulsed, radiating a strange energy—

But…

That was all it did.

It just floated there, burning endlessly.

No movement.

No reaction.

Just pure, uncontained flames.

Max frowned.

’What is the point of this?’

This entire place had been built with purpose.

There was no way someone would just store a massive ball of fire for no reason.

Yet—

No runes.

No markings.

No instructions.

Just an empty room with a burning sphere.

Max glanced around, searching for any hidden clues.

Nothing.

’This is strange…’

He had expected some kind of inheritance, a powerful artifact, or at the very least, an explanation.

But there was nothing here except the fire.

Max sighed, shaking his head.

’I’ll ask that blob. He might know something.’

With that thought, he turned around and exited the room.

CLANG!

The moment he stepped outside—

The door with the sun symbol slammed shut automatically.

The heat from the room vanished instantly.

As if it had been sealed away again.

Max narrowed his eyes at the door.

This wasn’t just a normal chamber.

There was something more to it.

He just didn’t know what.

Yet.

But one thing was certain—

Whatever that ball of fire was—

It wasn’t meant to just sit there forever.

’I should check this big room… maybe I’ll find some techniques.’

Max’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he began shuffling through the bookshelves.

There were dozens—no, hundreds of books neatly arranged on the racks.

As he skimmed through them—

He realized that the temple master had a wide range of interests.

Books on elemental laws—but nothing that caught his eye.

Records of past battles—but they were just historical accounts.

Cultivation theories—but nothing practical.

Most of them were useless to him.

But he still collected them and kept them all to himself.

’Ugh, he sure liked to collect books… but not the kind I need.’

Yet, he didn’t stop.

He continued searching.

Just then—

Something caught his attention.

A book with a familiar name.

"Compendium of Golems"

The author?

Daniel Winchester.

Max raised a brow.

"Hmm… I wonder if he made any progress in creating golems after his initial tests."

Daniel Winchester, the mad scientist researching on golems, whose make fit lab Max had stumbled upon a while ago.

It was because of him that he had any interest in golems.

’I will look into it later.’

With that thought, he put the book aside for now.

And continued his search.

Max’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the last few shelves.

There had to be something.

Somewhere.

A skill.

A technique.

Anything practical.

After all—

If the temple master prepared this place for his return…

Then surely, he would have stored something useful for himself.

Right?

As Max continued his search, his eyes locked onto a book resting among the countless volumes.

Its title was simple—

"Sword."

’What’s this all about?’

Without hesitation, he picked up the book and flipped open the first page.

At first, the content seemed ordinary.

But as he read further—

His brows furrowed in deep thought.

Still, he didn’t stop.

He read every word of the first page until he reached the very end.

Then, his eyes widened slightly.

"I see… So this book is all about how one could go about creating their own sword technique."

This was not just a sword technique.

It was a guide—a blueprint for forging something original.

A path of self-creation, rather than mere imitation.

Max’s mind raced.

Had the temple owner been developing his own sword technique when the Nulls invaded Acaris?

Did he fail to complete it?

Or was this his personal research, left unfinished because of his downfall?

’This is good.’

If Max could fully grasp the knowledge in this book—

He could craft a sword technique that was entirely his own.

Something that no one else had ever seen.

A technique that could become unstoppable.

Max stored the book carefully.

He wasn’t in a rush—

But he knew this was something worth studying deeply.

Once he left this place, he would dedicate time to understanding its teachings.

After searching through the remaining books—

Max realized there was nothing else he needed.

There were still valuable records and theories—

But for now, they weren’t useful to him.

His eyes turned to the exit gate at the far end of the room.

"It’s time to leave."

With one last glance at the ancient chamber—

He pushed open the door.

And in an instant—

Max disappeared from the fifth floor.