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title: "Chapter 221: Clash!"
slug: "ch-221"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 221
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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Silence.

For a brief moment, no one spoke.

Then, Norton Blade’s brow furrowed. Ralph Thorne exchanged a glance with Garrison Ashford. Kate’s lips parted slightly, caught between skepticism and disbelief.

"No one in the entire Valora Continent?" Kate muttered under her breath, barely concealing her shock.

To claim that no one—not even the strongest figures on the continent—could breach a barrier protecting a mere villa was beyond arrogant. It bordered on insanity.

And yet…

The weight in Lucas’s voice made it clear—he wasn’t boasting.

If he said it, then it must be true.

Aurelia’s gaze lingered on the massive sphere of black flames above Max’s head, watching as it continued its transformation into a World Destruction Flaming Lotus. Her expression remained unreadable, her thoughts hidden beneath her calm exterior.

Then, a sharp voice cut through the tense air.

"The red lightning bolt is acting up!"

The warning jolted Aurelia from her thoughts. Her eyes snapped to the sky, where the ominous red bolt of lightning trembled violently, its form flickering like a beast barely restrained.

The others turned as well, their expressions darkening as they witnessed the phenomenon.

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A shared realization spread among them—

’It’s about to descend!’

Max’s eyes gleamed as he observed the erratic movements of the lightning. The once-still bolt now shook uncontrollably, pulsating with raw destruction.

Then, a deep, echoing voice rumbled across the heavens.

"If you survive this… we will meet soon."

The words came from the face within the clouds, its ethereal form dissolving into a swirling mass of black storm clouds.

Then—

The red lightning bolt finally struck.

CRACKLE!

A deafening roar tore through the heavens as the blinding bolt ripped through the sky, splitting the air itself apart. The storm churned violently, the sheer force of the descending lightning sending shockwaves in all directions.

It streaked downward at an unrelenting speed, a spear of destruction hurtling straight for Max.

But Max?

He grinned—wild and unrestrained.

At that exact moment, the 33-petaled World Destruction Flaming Lotus reached its final form.

Dark petals of pure annihilation bloomed in full, radiating a terrifying energy that sent tremors through the air. The ground beneath Max cracked apart from the sheer heat, as if reality itself struggled to withstand the presence of the flaming lotus.

"Let me see the might of the Gigantic World Destruction Flaming Lotus!"

Max’s voice roared across the battlefield, filled with both madness and exhilaration.

With a single forceful motion, he pushed the gigantic black lotus high into the sky—directly into the path of the descending red lightning bolt.

The collision was instantaneous.

BOOOOOOM!

A cataclysmic explosion tore through the heavens, consuming the entire sky in a devastating shockwave.

Black flames and crimson lightning intertwined, clashing violently, neither yielding to the other. The sheer force of impact sent out a blinding wave of destruction, expanding outward with terrifying speed.

Even within the protective dome, the pressure was suffocating. The very air shuddered, the ground trembling as if the world itself was caught in the battle between the two forces.

Then—

A deafening roar of energy followed—one that seemed to reverberate through every bone, rattling the souls of those inside the barrier.

For a split second, nothing but black-hot radiance filled the sky, obliterating everything in its wake.

Then, silence.

Slowly, the light began to fade, revealing the aftermath.

The entire landscape beyond the dome had been obliterated.

The once-solid ground was now a scorched wasteland, massive craters stretching far into the distance.

The very fabric of space trembled, the lingering effects of the collision still distorting the air, black embers and crimson sparks flickering in the sky like dying stars.

Inside the dome, expressions ranged from sheer disbelief to horror.

Kate’s face was solemn, her expression dark as she stared at the devastation outside.

"The sheer scale of devastation is insane."

She muttered.

Aurelia’s face also darkened.

Even through the barrier, she could still feel the residual heat of those black flames, her mind spinning.

"This is bound to happen," she muttered. "Both the lotus and the lightning bolt were nearing the power level of peak Expert Rank."

Norton Blade exhaled sharply, his usual composure wavering.

"Even if I saw it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it," he admitted, his voice unusually heavy.

The other guild leaders and family heads stood in stunned silence, their gazes locked onto the battlefield that no longer resembled a backyard of a villa at all—just an endless abyss of devastation.

Finally, Envoy Lucas chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"Well," he mused, his tone still composed but carrying a trace of amusement. "It seems I was right to put up that barrier."

No one could argue.

Because outside the dome, only ruin remained.

As the smoke and residual energy slowly dissipated, a lone figure emerged from the devastation.

Max stood at the center of the ruined battlefield, completely unscathed.

His clothes were torn in places, holes scattered across the fabric, remnants of the violent shockwave. Small cuts lined his arms where stray shards had grazed his skin, but beyond that—

He was fine.

Not broken. Not wounded.

Just standing.

"He survived the explosion without any injuries?"

Norton Blade exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.

The gathered onlookers inside the barrier felt a collective chill crawl up their spines.

Kate frowned. "That’s… impossible." Her eyes narrowed, scanning Max for any sign of injury, any sign of exhaustion—but there was none.

Aurelia’s gaze flickered with suspicion. "Even if he had a way to resist the blast, he should have at least suffered some kind of backlash… but he looks perfectly fine."

Garrison Ashford’s brows furrowed deeply. "No one should be able to withstand an explosion of that magnitude head-on. Not without severe consequences."

The silence stretched, thick with tension.

Then, Max moved.

He casually stretched his shoulders, rolling his neck as if shaking off nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

His lips curled into a smirk as his eyes swept across the dome, locking onto his stunned spectators.

"Disappointed?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

A heavy pressure settled over the crowd.

Disappointed? No—they were terrified.

Terrified of him.

And terrified of the scene behind him.

A heavy silence followed right after.

The weight in the air wasn’t just fear—it was absolute terror.

Max could feel it.

Not just in the wide eyes staring at him.

Not just in the others frozen mid-breath.

But in the way no one dared to move.

The realization crept up his spine like a cold whisper.

’Don’t tell me something worse than what had already happened is happening right now!’

He cursed.

Then, he turned.

His gaze swept over his shoulder—

And what he saw stopped him cold.

A sight so unnatural, so impossible—it burned itself into his mind.