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title: "Chapter 721: Meeting Others"
slug: "ch-727"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 727
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wordCount: 1237
createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Outside the shuttle, the sky was a turbulent canvas of black and violet, streaked with bolts of lightning that struck the ground every few seconds. It was like a never-ending thunderstorm had taken root over the land itself.

The terrain below was barren and scorched, rocks split and charred from years of constant lightning strikes. The atmosphere crackled with raw power, and the very air carried the scent of burnt metal and ozone.

"I can’t take the void shuttle too deep into the region," Arlen explained, bringing the shuttle to a gradual stop as it hovered above a cliff that overlooked the stormy region. "The lightning here isn’t just natural—it interferes with spatial tools. We’ll have to walk from here."

With that, the shuttle descended and gently landed on the edge of the barren plain.

As the hatch opened and the harsh wind from the region swept into the shuttle, Max stepped out with the others. The sky above them rumbled like a living beast, and the land ahead was bathed in flashes of violet and crimson lightning. Max could feel the lightning energy in the air—it wasn’t just natural, it was wild and alive.

He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as the storm howled above.

He was here. The Berserk Lightning Region.

"I want to collect lightning essence stones," Max said, his voice steady despite the rumbling thunder overhead. Sparks glimmered in his eyes as stray arcs of lightning snaked around his body, attracted to the natural affinity of his lightning concept. "Please gather as many as you can. I’m not expecting a huge number. Even one or two each would be good enough for today. We have time to keep coming back until I get what I need."

He didn’t give them a specific number knowing lightning essence stones were quite rare. If each one of them fine just one or two in the entire day, it would be enough for the day and they had enough time to collect all lightning essence stones Max required.

Arlen, his hair tousled by the electric wind, gave him a grin. "Let’s go ahead then."𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Without hesitation, he took the lead, marching toward the deeper parts of the region where the lightning strikes fell with blinding speed and monstrous force. Max and the others followed, weaving around arcs of energy and moving under the constant threat of violent storms.

The further they went, the fiercer the storms became, each step carrying them closer to the edge of the deepest part of the Berserk Lightning Region—a realm where even the ground seemed to shimmer with contained lightning and the skies roared like an angry god.

This was where the lightning essence stones were born. And it was precisely where Max intended to go.

"Normally essence stones of any element is located at the deepest part of the elemental region." Arlen said as he led them. "And so, we can only go a little bit deep if we hope to find the lightning essence stones."

Max and the others nodded as they followed him. Not long after they arrived at the part where the green grasses were gone replaced by black charred land. Clearly it was one of the areas where lightning hit continuously.

The instant their boots touched the charred ground, a surge of electric charge tingled across their skin, raising goosebumps and filling the air with the acrid scent of burning ozone.

Ahead of them stretched a vast, nightmarish wasteland beneath a sky that looked like a swirling vortex of storm clouds. Forks of lightning streaked across the heavens in flashes of violet, red, and even the occasional eerie black, each strike pounding the scorched earth like a celestial hammer. It was as if the entire region were alive, breathing and pulsing with electrical fury.

They advanced carefully, pushing deeper into the tumultuous terrain. As they walked, they encountered lightning phenomena that defied logic: towering spires of stone that glowed with electric veins, floating spheres of condensed plasma drifting like ghostly lanterns, and rivers of liquid lightning snaking through the cracked ground, emitting a low hiss that made even the seasoned geniuses wary.

At one point, a massive cyclone of violet lightning spun out of the sky, howling with wind strong enough to peel skin from bone.

"Everyone follow me!" Max shouted, his senses sharpened to impossible heights by his Three Dimensional Body, noticed the precise moment when the cyclone’s core shifted direction and guided everyone away just seconds before the ground where they’d been standing erupted in a blast of stone and sparks.

"That was close," Lena breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as a thin sheen of sweat glistened on her brow despite the frigid winds whipping around them.

Sparks of violet lightning still danced across the ground where they’d narrowly avoided another sudden burst of electric fury only moments before. Her words carried a mix of tension and relief, her sharp eyes scanning the roiling skies for the next strike.

"This place is very unpredictable," said Sana quietly, her voice carrying an almost eerie calm. It was the first time the dark-haired woman had spoken since they’d entered the Berserk Lightning Region. Her tone was thoughtful, almost analytical, as her gaze lingered on the swirling vortexes of charged air high above. "Like lightning itself. Never the same path twice."

Max exhaled, his brows furrowed, his expression tight. He’d expected danger, but even he hadn’t anticipated just how violently chaotic the region was.

Even with his Three Dimensional Body and lightning concept, the sheer volatility here made every step feel like walking on the blade of a sword. One misstep and they’d be vaporized.

"Let’s go," Arlen said firmly, breaking the moment of silence. His voice was steady, but even he moved with greater caution as he resumed leading the group deeper into the trembling, storm-lit terrain.

They pushed forward, weaving around arcs of ground lightning and dodging sudden storms that appeared and vanished like mirages. The air hummed with an electric resonance so powerful it made their hair stand on end.

Max was just beginning to settle into the rhythm of the region’s chaos when suddenly the ground beneath them trembled with an unfamiliar vibration. It wasn’t the natural rumble of thunder but something mechanical—steady and deep.

They continued walking through avoiding any lightning filled areas they could. However not long after, they suddenly came to a halt.

Max’s eyes narrowed as his Three Dimensional Body registered the disturbance.

Just ahead, rising over the slope of a shattered ridge, appeared the sleek, glimmering silhouette of another void shuttle—much larger than the modest craft they had arrived in. Its hull was plated with blue and silver alloys, arcs of contained lightning running along its surface like veins.

"That’s the Thunder Monarch Hall members," Arlen said, his tone suddenly sober as he caught sight of several young figures standing in a loose formation around the void shuttle. Their robes were midnight blue, embroidered with silver lightning motifs, and the insignia of the Thunder Monarch Hall glowed faintly on their chests.

The group from the Thunder Monarch Hall noticed them almost immediately. One of their number, a tall young man with sharp features and eyes as cold as metal, stepped forward, his lips curling into a sneer. His voice cracked like a whip through the charged air. "What is the Great Ruler Empire doing here?!"