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title: "Chapter 72: Winning Streak"
slug: "ch-72"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 72
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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The crowd was stunned to see ’11’ on top of Max’s cube as they realized what that number meant.

"That’s a winning streak! It’s been so long since a winning streak appeared outside the top twenty of the Novice Rankings."

"True. Who would have thought that by fighting against him constantly, we were only fanning the flames?"𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Damn, this is a first-level streak, meaning whoever defeats him would get another 100 coins in addition to the usual 100 coins."

The crowd surrounding Max was in chaos. Their eyes burned with greed, fixated on the glowing number ’11’ atop his cube—a mark of his undefeated streak.

But even as their desire to claim his spot grew, caution tempered their actions. They had seen the ruthless efficiency with which Max defeated his opponents, and they knew he was no ordinary challenger.

However, the crowd’s pride wouldn’t let them back down. Challenger after challenger stepped forward, determined to bring an end to Max’s streak. Yet, no matter how many times they fought, the result was the same—defeat.

Max’s winning streak continued to climb, his number glowing brighter with each victory, as he effortlessly dismantled one opponent after another.

But the people surrounding him refused to accept it. How could someone at level 6 reign over those at level 10? Their frustration and disbelief pushed them to keep challenging him, hoping to exploit some hidden flaw or wear him down through sheer persistence.

With every new attempt, they began to understand just how futile their efforts were.

The realization dawned on them too late. Their plan to wear him down was nothing but a delusion. What they thought would be his undoing had turned into their nightmare.

Max wasn’t just fighting to win. He was dominating to conquer.

As he continued to fight, his winning streak increasing slowly but steadily until it reached a number that shocked everyone watching closely.

’51’

"Look, the streak rose to 51!" someone exclaimed, their voice trembling with disbelief.

The crowd stirred uneasily. Fifty-one might seem like a small number on its own, but when it marked an unbroken winning streak, it carried an overwhelming weight.

"Fifty-one victories… and not a single loss," another muttered, struggling to process what they were witnessing.

It wasn’t just the number that shocked them—it was the circumstances. Max was only level 6, facing opponents at level 10, and yet he had torn through them like they were nothing. Each victory cemented his dominance further, shaking the confidence of even the most arrogant fighters in the crowd.

The glowing number above his cube wasn’t just a statistic; it was a proof to an unfathomable skill, an unyielding will, and an aura of invincibility that left everyone in awe.

Max nodded in satisfaction upon seeing his winning streak as he went inside his cube and called it a day. ’If I win like this for another few days, then I will definitely enter the Novice Rankings,’ he muttered as he called up his status.

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[Max]

– Number of Battles: [51]

– Wins: [51]

– Battle Coins: [9240] Stay updated via empire

– Affiliation: Phoenix Order

——

’Huh? So many coins?’ Max frowned upon seeing the number of coins. If he recalled correctly, each win previously had given him a hundred coins, so according to that, he should only have 5100 coins.

Max checked the coin distribution table, and after reading it, he understood what was going on. ’So every level-one fought above their strength, an extra 20 coins would be given, and since I fought someone at level 10 while at level 6, that means a total of 80 extra coins.’ He did the calculation and found the number of coins to be correct.

’This is good for someone like me,’ Max mused as he came out of the Battle Cube, went straight to his house, and began training his skills in the Dimension of Time.

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As Max quietly trained, a storm swept through the entire Battle Realm, carrying a single name that echoed in every corner: Max Morgan.

The tales of his battles, his unprecedented 51-win streak, spread like wildfire across the Battle Realm. Whispers turned into roars as word of his incredible feat reached the ears of countless warriors and spectators.

A level 6 hunter defeating level 10 opponents with such ease and consistency wasn’t just impressive—it was unheard of.

It didn’t take long for his name to break beyond the confines of the Battle Realm. Soon, the entire East Region was buzzing with talk of Max Morgan.

"A genius has risen," some said in awe.

"That’s a true genius who could fight above levels." Another said in admiration.

It wasn’t just the streak that caught their attention. Max’s ability to dominate opponents far above his level defied conventional wisdom, making him the center of admiration, jealousy, and intrigue.

For many, his rise wasn’t just shocking—it was a phenomenon, one that the East Region hadn’t seen in years.

***

Phoenix Order Guild, Arcane Order Office Chamber.

A lady with dark black hair could be seen sitting cross-legged in a wooden, ancient-style room. Clear streams of purple energy released as she breathed in and out for a few seconds until she suddenly snapped her eyes open.

’I wonder how that kid is performing,’ Sophia thought, wanting to check if Max had made any progress in the Battle Realm.

But just at that moment, her holowatch began to beep with various notification sounds.

Frowning, she wondered what had caused so many notifications to arrive. She checked, and what she saw blew her mind.

"No way!" She stood up, jumping in shock.

Quickly, she tapped her holowatch a few times, accessing the extranet. Holograms of discussions about Max Morgan and his unbeatable, undefeatable 51-win streak could be seen in every article she opened.

"This kid…" She smiled wryly, massaging her forehead. "I expected him to rise as a genius in the Battle Realm to keep the four families in check, but he went above and beyond and did the impossible."

Her expression turned serious as she pondered the situation. "Such a monstrous rise will definitely draw unwanted attention, and I heard the Blades are after him… I better take this matter to Aurelia." She muttered, leaving the training hall.

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Lionheart Guild, Hall of Lions.

A middle-aged man with golden hair down to his neck and a well-built body stared down at Nash and Erica. His expression held a hint of intrigue and shock.

"You mean to say the ’Max Morgan’—the genius of the day—is the one who somehow controlled the Lantern of Purple Death, and now it’s in his possession?" he asked, his voice thundering. His face bore a scar between his eyes, resembling a claw mark, and appeared quite hideous.

In front of him was a round table with 20 chairs. Currently, only 10 were filled with people, with two young men in black suits and a woman with chestnut brown hair standing at the side of the table.

"Yes, Master," Nash said, his tone respectful.

The middle-aged man with golden hair pondered for a moment before speaking to Nash and Erica. "You two find my son and try to contact this Max Morgan in the Battle Realm. Such a monstrous genius would be wasted in the hands of the Phoenix Order Guild."