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title: "Chapter 884: Others"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 890
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"Let’s go," Max muttered under his breath, retreating with quick, decisive steps. The three-headed black dragon before him radiated an oppressive aura, its very presence bending the air with lethal intent.

This was no ordinary beast—it was a peak Legend Rank expert among demon beasts, a nightmare for most cultivators. Even with the little Rat by his side, Max knew they stood no chance if it came down to a direct fight.

It wasn’t fear that made him back off, but calculated restraint; there were bigger plans forming in his mind for this beast.

The dragon’s value was immense. Max’s eyes had already caught the subtle signs—the unique shimmer across its scales and the way its energy fluctuated unnaturally to Max. If his instincts were correct, the creature’s body carried draconic essences, precious beyond compare. He was determined to obtain them; it was simply a matter of time and execution.

Luckily, the three-headed black dragon didn’t pursue. Instead, its colossal serpentine body slithered back into the shimmering pool behind it, curling protectively around a Pure Yang Flower blooming serenely at the center.

It raised its heads high, let out a reverberating roar, and stared coldly at Max, clearly issuing a warning to retreat and not approach any closer.

Max stopped in his tracks, exhaling a silent breath of relief. If the beast had attacked them recklessly, it would have forced him into a desperate situation he wasn’t yet prepared for.

’A demon beast of peak Legend Rank with that level of intelligence...’ he thought, narrowing his eyes. The fact that it chose to guard the flower instead of giving chase only reinforced its intelligence and cunning.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

But Max’s mind was already working ahead of the moment. "I need to drag it out of the pool... force it to chase me," he thought, analyzing every angle. "If it retreats mid-fight and returns to the water, I’ll be fighting at a disadvantage—and in its domain, no less. That would be suicide."

His jaw tightened as he glanced at the Pure Yang Flower. Its fragile nature added another layer of complication. If their battle damaged or destroyed it, it would be a loss so great that even victory would taste like failure.

He needed a foolproof plan, one that ensured the dragon’s death while keeping the precious flower intact.

As he contemplated strategies, his Three-Dimensional Body pulsed faintly, an instinctive warning spreading through his senses. Someone was approaching—multiple someones. "Presences...?" Max muttered, his eyes narrowing.

A distant howl echoed through the forest, confirming his suspicion. He turned his head sharply and saw vague silhouettes flickering between the trees, fast and purposeful. His expression shifted several times, and then hardened. Without wasting another moment, he grabbed the little Rat and darted silently through the forest, finding cover nearly three hundred feet away.

He crouched low, his breathing controlled, his mind sharpening like a blade. With a thought, his blue soul surged outward, covering his presence entirely, masking every trace of his energy. His concealment technique was near flawless; unless someone with soul power vastly superior to his happened to pass by, they wouldn’t be able to sense him at all.

"Swish, swish, swish—"

The sound of movement broke through the stillness as five young men entered his line of sight. They were well-dressed, clearly not common wanderers but cultivators from a major force, their manner sharp and disciplined.

Max’s gaze swept over the five figures, but when his eyes landed on the handsome young man standing to the left, he froze for a brief moment

That face, that presence—he could never forget it. Who else could it be but Arnold? A sharp glint flickered in Max’s eyes, and a wave of cold murderous intent rippled through him like a blade drawn from its sheath.

Arnold, a 3-star genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, was not only talented but also infamous for his caution and ruthlessness. Max had experienced it firsthand, had seen how cunningly Arnold acted and how viciously he struck Max by making almost every person in the secret domain wanting to kill Max

That type of person was dangerous, the kind who always left venom in their wake. And Max had long wanted to rid himself of such a threat. The desire to kill Arnold surged in his heart, fierce and unforgiving.

But then, as Max quietly sensed Arnold’s aura, his expression darkened slightly. Arnold’s strength had grown since their last encounter. He had actually advanced to the 7th level of the Legend Rank.

The other four cultivators at Arnold’s side were formidable as well. Two radiated the powerful auras of 6th level Legend Rank experts, while the remaining two were at the 3rd and 4th levels respectively.

They were clearly a well-prepared team, not some random group wandering into danger. And given their arrival here, it was obvious why they had come—there was only one thing in this place worthy of such talent gathering together: the Pure Yang Flower.

Max’s expression grew heavier. "This is not good..." he muttered in his mind. Five geniuses from the Thunder Monarch Hall was a complication he hadn’t anticipated, and their arrival made his original plan even riskier.

But then his eyes shifted slightly toward the pool where the massive silhouette of the three-headed black dragon lingered beneath the water, still guarding the Pure Yang Flower.

"They can’t handle that beast..." Max thought, his lips curving faintly. "The three-headed black dragon has the strength of a peak Legend Rank expert. Even with their numbers, it won’t be easy. No... it’ll be hell for them."

A different kind of thought began to form in Max’s mind, dark and calculating. ’And if they actually succeed in killing it...’ His lips curled into a faint, almost evil smile. ’Then I can take everything once they’re worn down... including the Pure Yang Flower.’

Quietly, Max crouched deeper into his hiding spot, carefully studying Arnold and his group, every movement, every shift of aura, memorizing their formation and habits. He would wait and watch.

Meanwhile, the group of five had spotted the flower themselves. "There are indeed Pure Yang Flowers here," one of them exclaimed, joy lighting up their faces.