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title: "Chapter 197: Voidborne Edge"
slug: "ch-197"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 197
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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The blob glanced at Max, then shrugged casually.

"This isn’t a secret or anything. You can find this information anywhere, but since you’re so ignorant—"

It grinned mischievously.

"Let me educate you."

The blob’s form rippled slightly before it spoke.

"We do have a system, but not the same kind of stats as you do."

Max frowned slightly.

He had expected something different, but not this.

"Then how do you get stronger?"

The blob’s grin widened.

"It’s very simple."

A short pause—

Then—

"We have to eat to grow stronger."

Max froze.

His mind went blank for a moment before he blinked in disbelief.

"What?"

His voice carried pure shock.

"By eating… you can become stronger?"

The blob nodded, completely unbothered by the reaction.

"That’s right. Spirits don’t train, cultivate, or practice techniques like you humans."

It gestured to itself.

"Our strength comes purely from what we consume."

Max’s jaw nearly dropped.

If this was true, then—

"God definitely favored spirits too much!"

His voice was half disbelief, half annoyance.

Immortality alone was already an overpowered ability.

But being able to grow stronger without training, effort, or talent—

Simply by eating?

It was on a whole other level of ridiculousness.

A power system built on pure consumption.

It was beyond unfair.

The blob’s expression darkened, its amusement fading into something more solemn.

"It isn’t how you think it is."

Max’s eyes sharpened.

"What do you mean?"

The blob sighed, as if recalling something deeply frustrating.

"For us spirits, we do have the same power ranks as humans and other races—from Apprentice Rank to Divine Rank."

Max nodded, following along.

That much made sense.

But Then—

"However, there exist no minor levels for us. We don’t have level 1 to level 10 in each rank like you do."

Max frowned.

"No levels? Then… how do you advance?"

The blob’s form rippled, and its voice grew heavier.

"One would think this would be a benefit."

A bitter chuckle.

"But only spirits truly understand that this is nothing but a curse upon us."

Max’s eyes slightly widened.

"To level up from Apprentice Rank to Adept Rank…"

The blob paused, as if reluctant to even say it.

Then—

"I needed to consume thousands of treasures just to advance."

Max’s heart skipped a beat.

"Thousands?!"

"That’s on the low scale." The blob added with a dry laugh.

"For us spirits, immortality makes it incredibly difficult for us to grow stronger. Just to advance one rank, we require mountains of resources—if not more."

A heavy silence followed.

"Many spirits in the world believe…"

The blob’s voice turned quiet, almost resentful.

"That our immortality is nothing but a curse placed upon us. A cruel joke mocking our slow growth in our face."

Max didn’t know how to respond.

He had thought spirits were too overpowered—

But now, he was seeing the other side of it.

In exchange for immortality, their growth rate was near impossible.

For them, advancing one rank was something that could take thousands of years—if they didn’t have the necessary resources.

Max’s fist clenched as he thought to himself—

’A balance?’

The world never gave anything for free.

Everything—power, longevity, strength—came at a price.

And for spirits—

Their price was the excruciating difficulty of growth.

Even with all the time in the world…

Without resources, a spirit would never evolve.

Max exhaled, his expression deep in thought.

This changed a lot about how he viewed spirits.

The blob’s expression suddenly lit up, a flicker of fascination gleaming in its eyes.

"But there’s a legend that every spirit in this world knows."

Max raised an eyebrow.

"A legend?"

The blob nodded.

"It is said that if a spirit surpasses the legendary Divine Rank…"

A short pause, then—

"They will be able to transform their body into a humanoid form."

Max’s eyes slightly widened.

"A humanoid form?"

The blob grinned.

"That’s right. A real body, just like you humans. In that form, we can practice techniques and learn skill and do all sorts of thing a humanoid race could do."

Its voice carried undeniable longing.

"I don’t know about other spirits…"

The blob paused, before continuing in a quieter tone.

"But this… this is my motivation to continuously move forward."

Max remained silent for a moment.

The blob’s words carried weight—

A desire that went beyond power.

Then, with a shrug, the blob added—

"Not that we have a choice anyway."

A bitter chuckle.

"We literally cannot die, so we have to keep moving forward."

Max nodded slowly, absorbing everything.

After hearing all this, he truly felt—

Spirits were one of the strangest races in this world.

They were immortal, yet they suffered from eternal stagnation.

They could grow stronger, but only through extreme consumption.

And in the end…

Their ultimate dream wasn’t domination or power—

But the ability to become like other living beings.

Max’s gaze softened slightly.

This world was full of mysteries.

And the spirits…

Were definitely one of its most enigmatic races.

The blob shook its liquid body, clearly eager to move on from the deep discussion.

"Well, enough time-wasting. Let’s dig through this sh*t ton of treasures!"

With that, it immediately began rummaging through the overwhelming pile of skills, techniques, and artifacts.

Max glanced at the blob, then shrugged before joining in.

As he sorted through the artifacts and scrolls, his mind wandered back to the battles he had fought.

The battles against the other geniuses from across the Valora Continent had opened his eyes.

Max had long understood—

A skill at Common Rank was nothing compared to a technique at same rank.

Even if both were mastered to perfection,

A technique was always superior in the same rank.

Techniques were more refined, more structured, and could be expanded upon.

A skill was often one-dimensional, useful for a set purpose.

But a technique could be—

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Adapted.

Improved.

It was a foundation for even stronger combat styles.

’As much as I like to collect new skills, I can’t ignore techniques.’

His eyes gleamed as he flipped through a golden scroll, trying to find something worth keeping.

Because now—

He had access to the greatest hoard of treasures he had ever seen.

And he wasn’t leaving empty-handed.

After shifting through countless treasures, Max finally stumbled upon something that caught his eye.

A sword technique.

And not just any sword technique—

An Epic Rank technique.

"Voidborne Edge: Sevenfold Sword Technique."

Max’s lips curled into a smile as he read the name aloud.

"Heh, I found a sword technique… and it’s an Epic Rank technique."

Just as he was about to look deeper into it,

The blob’s voice interrupted.

"Oh, that technique… my master found it in the Middle Domain."

The blob frowned, as if recalling something.

Then, after a moment—

"If I’m not wrong, it came with a corresponding fist technique as well. Let me search for it."

Max’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

A fist technique?!

He didn’t have a proper fist technique, and considering his Abyssal Coating skill,

A fist technique would be the perfect match.

’That would be very interesting.’

Max could already imagine himself utilizing a powerful fist technique… layered with Abyssal Coating’s defensive and offensive capabilities.

Then—

The blob finally found it.

It pulled out a blood-red scroll and handed it to Max—

But its expression was extremely solemn.

It hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"This fist technique is very dangerous. So dangerous that even my master didn’t try practicing it."