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title: "Chapter 1130: Pain Like Endless Torture"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1136
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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The rune entered Max’s chest, and in that instant, his vision blurred. His surroundings faded away, and his consciousness was drawn deep within his own body. The heat from the rune spread through his veins like molten metal, burning through every layer of his being. He could feel his blood boiling and his bones vibrating faintly as if they were being reforged.

Strange whispers echoed in his ears, ancient and indistinct, like voices from forgotten ages. The rune within him pulsated again, releasing waves of golden energy that poured into his mind. Then, slowly, the knowledge began to unfold.

Words—no, symbols—appeared before his consciousness, each one glowing with divine light. They rearranged themselves, merging into a single phrase that burned itself into his soul.

[Technique: Divine Vessel Rebirth Scripture]

Max’s eyes widened. "So this is the name of the technique..." he murmured under his breath. The words resonated inside him, carrying with them an overwhelming sense of power. The Divine Vessel Rebirth Scripture—a method meant to reshape the mortal body into a vessel capable of containing divine energy. It wasn’t merely a technique; it was creation itself given form.

As the symbols sank deeper into his soul, his vision suddenly shifted again. He found himself standing in an endless expanse of darkness, surrounded by countless stars that glittered faintly in the distance. The silence there was absolute, so profound that even his heartbeat seemed to vanish.

Then, in that cosmic void, a vague figure appeared before him. The figure stood tall, its body radiating blinding golden light. Every movement it made seemed to stir the very fabric of the universe. The stars trembled around it.

The figure raised its right arm slowly, and the stars above flickered violently as if reacting to its presence. When its fist clenched, the darkness quaked. Then, with a single punch, the figure shattered the stars themselves. They exploded like glass fragments, scattering into pure energy that rippled through the void.

Max could only watch in awe as the fragments of broken stars turned into rivers of golden light that flowed back toward the figure, merging into its body. The figure’s silhouette blurred, and before Max could get a clearer look at its face, the vision vanished completely.

Max’s eyes snapped open. He was back in the violet wasteland standing before Tribal Lord Igris, his breathing slightly heavy. The rune embedded in his chest still pulsed faintly with golden light.

Igris was watching him closely, his eyes calm and knowing. "So," he said after a moment, "you have seen it—the one who first walked this path. That was the Ancient Forger, the being who created the Divine Vessel Rebirth Scripture. You have now inherited the first spark of his power."

Max didn’t respond immediately. His mind was still filled with the image of that figure shattering stars with a single fist. The raw strength in that image was beyond anything he could comprehend. If the scripture could bring one even a fraction of that power, then the Seven Divine Veins truly were a path to godhood.

"Now," Igris said, stepping closer and holding out a small crystalline vial filled with a radiant golden liquid, "we begin the true process."

Inside the vial, the Holy Nectar glowed softly. The energy coming from it was unlike anything Max had felt before—pure, boundless, divine. It seemed to hum with life itself.

"The Holy Nectar will act as the catalyst," Igris explained solemnly. "Without it, the process cannot begin. Its divine essence will awaken the first of your Divine Veins and force it open. Once the first vein is awakened, the rest will follow in time. But this step will be the most painful. If your will falters, your body will collapse."

Max nodded without hesitation. "I’m ready."

Igris studied him for a moment before pulling out the stopper from the vial. The liquid inside shimmered like liquid sunlight. "Just a few drops are enough to initiate the process. More than that, and your body will not survive."

He poured three glowing drops into Max’s palm. The Holy Nectar burned faintly, its warmth seeping into his skin even before he consumed it.

Max lifted his hand and swallowed the drops in one motion.

Instantly, the world around him seemed to explode. A surge of energy erupted inside his body, rushing through his veins like molten lava. His muscles tensed, his heart pounded wildly, and his bones groaned as if they were being torn apart and reforged at the same time.

The air around him shimmered. The ground beneath his feet cracked open from the pressure radiating out of his body. His skin glowed with alternating flashes of gold and crimson light as streams of energy tried to carve their way through him.

Tribal Lord Igris’s voice echoed through the chaos. "Focus your will, Max! Guide the energy toward your chest. The first vein lies there—where your life force and spirit converge. It is called the Vein of Origin. It connects your soul to your flesh, your essence to your strength. Once it opens, your body will cease to be mortal!"

The Holy Nectar coursed through Max’s veins like molten gold, tearing through his body with an intensity he had never experienced before. The liquid light raced from his heart to his limbs, burning through every channel and nerve. His muscles tightened violently, his bones cracked under the strain, and the veins beneath his skin glowed so brightly they looked as if they were about to burst open.

The volcanic ground beneath his feet began to shatter, unable to withstand the pressure radiating from him. Each breath he took came out as a growl of pain. The divine energy was raging inside him—wild, uncontrollable, alive. It wanted to tear him apart, to destroy him before remaking him.

Max’s knees buckled, his vision blurred, and for the first time in a very long while, he felt fear. "Ughhh!" A guttural cry escaped his throat as he clenched his fists, forcing himself to remain upright. His body was shaking so hard that even the air around him vibrated.

Every nerve screamed, every bone screamed, and every drop of blood inside him felt like it was boiling. The divine energy was trying to carve its path through him, trying to open something that didn’t want to open—the First Divine Vein, the Vein of Origin.

His flesh began to split. Hairline cracks appeared across his shoulders, his chest, and his arms. Glowing gold light poured out of those cracks, mixed with blood that sizzled upon touching the ground. His breathing turned ragged, and his face twisted in agony.