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title: "Chapter 775: Kill!"
slug: "ch-781"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 781
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Whoosh!

A blur of blue lightning flashed from the canopy above. Like a phantom, Max materialized behind Brian, so silent that even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Brian’s eyes widened, his pupils contracting to pinpoints as a suffocating, icy chill clawed up his spine. "N-Not good—" he managed to croak, his voice strangled by sheer terror.

But it was already too late.

Bang!

"Dragon Sovereign Sky-Soar Fist!" Max’s fist slammed into Brian’s ribs with a devastating force that made the very air shudder. The impact was like thunder cracking through the valley.

Brian’s body bent grotesquely around Max’s fist as he was hurled forward like a ragdoll, bones audibly splintering under the tremendous force of the blow. He crashed to the ground several meters away, dust and broken stones spraying into the air as he skidded across the earth, silver robes flaring around him.

By the time Brian lay still, his lifeless eyes stared blankly toward the forest canopy, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was dead before his body even finished bouncing once on the valley floor.

Max lowered his fist, the faint crackle of lingering power from the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art humming in the silence.

"Thank you for your help," Gayle said, his voice hoarse but steady despite the blood still staining the corner of his mouth. "Gayle and Rose, both are both grateful."

Max stepped forward, eyes sharp as polished steel. "Which force are you from?" he asked calmly, though there was an edge of curiosity in his tone.

Gayle exchanged a glance with his sister before answering. "We are members of the Absolute Sword Palace."

Max’s brows lifted slightly. Absolute Sword Palace... The name rang with weight in his mind. It was one of the seven overlord forces, known across the Middle Domain for its terrifying sword experts and heritage of ancient sword arts.

’The Hundred Battle Regions are truly terrifying,’ Max thought silently. ’I randomly stumble upon a conflict, and both sides turn out to be from the seven overlord forces. This is the reality of the Middle Domain—a single mountain valley can hide storms fierce enough to shake entire regions.’

He cast another assessing look at Gayle and Rose. Both were still trembling faintly, and a sickly bluish tinge remained around the edges of their lips. "You two are seriously poisoned," Max said firmly. "You should detoxify first before anything else."

Gayle gave a weak smile. "That’s right."

Neither he nor Rose showed any fear toward Max. They were seasoned geniuses of an overlord force, but they also knew that if Max had intended to harm them, he could have done so already with ease. There was no point in suspicion now.

Without another word, the two siblings sat down cross-legged on a patch of blood-speckled grass, their silver robes pooling around them. Each took out a small porcelain bottle and swallowed a dark green detoxification pill.

Immediately afterward, they closed their eyes, pressing their palms together as they began circulating their vital energy to flush out the venom coursing through their veins.

Meanwhile, Max’s gaze turned to the fallen figure of Brian, whose lifeless body lay sprawled in the dirt, silver robes still glinting faintly under the filtered sunlight streaming through the canopy. His eyes were flat and devoid of pity as he extended a hand toward the corpse.

With a slight gesture, a gentle suction force emanated from his palm, and Brian’s silver longsword flew from the ground into Max’s grasp.

Max hefted the weapon, its silver blade catching the light in a cold gleam. He tested its weight, his fingers tracing the subtle runes etched into the blade’s fuller. ’A good sword... well balanced, refined spiritual metal, likely forged by one of Mountain Gods Valley’s high-grade smiths. But it’s not better than my Blue Dragon Sword.’ He gave a faint shrug and slipped the sword into his spatial space for safekeeping.

Bending down, Max rifled through the folds of Brian’s robes until he found a glinting storage ring on one limp finger. He pried it free and poured a wisp of his spiritual sense into it. A moment later, a quiet smirk touched his lips. ’Not bad at all.’

Inside the storage ring, countless items glimmered in neat rows. There were stacks of PQ gold cards—a significant sum by any standard—bundles of techniques, an assortment of detoxification and healing pills, as well as several protective treasures, talismans, and small jade boxes sealed with restrictive runes that likely held precious materials or hidden secrets.

The three PQ gold cards he held together could be exchanged for a staggering 300,000 PQ, and he knew well that a single PQ gold card alone represented 100,000 PQ.

Beyond those cards, Brian’s ring contained an impressive array of life-saving treasures: sleek firearms fitted with runic inscriptions for armor-piercing shots, poison bombs potent enough to cripple even a high-level expert if taken off guard, hidden weapons lined with silver filaments that gleamed with lethal venom, and countless other miscellaneous gadgets and items designed for both survival and assassination.

"It’s worth it!" Max murmured under his breath, his eyes shining with an unrestrained, almost mischievous light. He quickly calculated Brian’s total wealth and concluded that the man’s net worth must have easily exceeded two million PQ.

A low laugh escaped his lips, faint but edged with the hardened chill of a expert who’d lived through blood and chaos. ’Damn, looting and killing really is the way to get rich in this world,’Max swiftly organized it all, pocketing anything useful without the faintest flicker of guilt.

To him, trophies taken from slain enemies were simply part of the natural order of the world. And in a place like the Hundred Battle Regions, looting the fallen was as common as breathing.

Turning his attention back to Gayle and Rose, Max’s brows furrowed slightly as he took in the state of the two siblings. Their condition was worsening by the minute.

The flush of color that had been faintly visible earlier was gone, replaced by a grim, deep purple hue creeping over their lips and cheeks. The poison had sunk far deeper than surface level, and even the potent detoxification pills from Absolute Sword Palace seemed to have little effect for now.

Their mana energy was sluggish, as if thick chains were binding it from within.