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title: "Chapter 1124: Killing Grover!"
slug: "ch-1130"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1130
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Bang!

A deafening explosion shook the entire chamber. The collision of their fists sent out a violent shockwave that tore through the space, blowing dust and shattered rock in every direction. A ring of compressed air expanded outward, striking the walls and causing cracks to spread like spiderwebs.

When the dust finally cleared, one figure remained standing tall and unmoved in the center. The other was a crimson blur sent hurtling backward.

Grover’s body crashed into the wall with a heavy thud, the impact creating a deep crater in the stone. His golden armor shattered mid-flight, breaking apart into shards of light that dissipated into the air. The sound of bones cracking echoed faintly as his body slumped against the wall.

A deep, fist-shaped indentation was visible on his chest plate. The surrounding area was spiderwebbed with cracks, and faint trails of golden energy leaked from the wound. His breathing was shallow, his eyes wide in disbelief. He looked down at the mark on his chest, realization dawning far too late.

’That one punch... he didn’t even use his full strength...’ he thought weakly, his body trembling.

If Max had used his Draconic Essences, Grover wouldn’t have had a body left to look at. He would have been reduced to a cloud of blood and dust in an instant.

Max’s figure disappeared from where he stood. In the next moment, he reappeared right in front of Grover, his expression as calm and cold as before. He looked down at the fallen genius, who could barely lift his head to meet his gaze.

"I have nothing against you," Max said softly, his tone devoid of malice, yet filled with quiet authority. "But I need this crown."

His right hand lifted slightly, and black flames ignited on his fingertips. The flames burned silently, without smoke or heat, but their presence carried an overwhelming sense of destruction.

Grover’s eyes widened in terror as Max flicked his wrist. The black flames leapt from his fingers, engulfing Grover’s body instantly.

"Wait—" Grover’s voice was cut short.

The flames devoured him without mercy. The golden light that had once surrounded him was snuffed out as the infernal fire consumed flesh, bone, and soul alike. His body disintegrated into fine ash, carried away by the faint wind that still lingered in the chamber.

When the flames finally receded, there was nothing left of Grover but a dark mark on the wall and a faint scattering of ashes on the ground.

Max looked down at the remains for a moment, then turned away calmly. His expression didn’t change. His aura began to fade slowly, returning the chamber to silence.

[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 7th Level of Legend Rank]

The notification echoed inside his mind, crisp and emotionless.

’A level increase... nice,’ Max thought with a faint smile as the message faded. His gaze shifted to Tanya, who stood completely frozen where she was. Her expression was pale, her eyes wide and unfocused, as though her mind refused to comprehend what she had just witnessed.

The air around her trembled faintly from the aftermath of Grover’s death. Just moments ago, she had been battling that same man with all her strength, pushing herself to her limit, yet Max had ended him with a single punch. One strike—clean, decisive, and absolute.

It was incomprehensible. Her mind struggled to piece together what had happened. Grover was not weak. He was a golden crown-level genius, someone known across countless worlds for his extraordinary power and battle prowess. And yet... he had vanished like dust before a storm.

’This can’t be real,’ Tanya thought, trembling slightly. Her throat felt dry, and her heart pounded wildly inside her chest. The sight of Max standing there, calm and composed as if nothing had happened, made her feel suffocated.

Above Max’s head, the golden crown that symbolized his status as a supreme genius flickered faintly before flashing with an intense golden light.

The light pulsed outward, resonating across the chamber, and at that instant, Grover’s fallen crown—hovering faintly in the air—was drawn toward him. It moved as if obeying an invisible command, its glow merging perfectly with Max’s.

Now, above Max’s head floated not one but two golden crowns, both shining brilliantly, radiating an almost divine luminance.

Tanya’s knees almost gave way when she saw it.

’So it’s true,’ Max thought to himself, his lips curving slightly. ’You can truly take another’s crown by killing them.’

He looked up, admiring the two crowns hovering above him, the golden light reflecting in his crimson eyes. The sight of them filled him with a quiet satisfaction.

Then his gaze shifted slowly toward Tanya. She flinched instinctively the moment his eyes met hers. There was no need for words; the terror in her heart spoke volumes.

Max’s expression softened into something that resembled a smile, though the darkness beneath it was unmistakable. "I’ll take this first," he said quietly, his voice calm but carrying a weight that made the air feel heavy.

Before Tanya could even process his words, his figure blurred. A flicker of blue and red lightning flashed across her vision, and in the next instant, Max was standing right beside her.

Her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t even seen him move.

One moment he had been standing several meters away, and in the next, he was beside her, his hand casually holding the bottle that had been hanging at her waist.

She looked down in disbelief. The bottle of Holy Nectar—the one she had risked her life to obtain—was gone.

It was now in Max’s hand.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She had been watching him the entire time, her full attention fixed on his movements, and yet somehow he had still moved faster than her eyes could follow.

"How...?" she whispered under her breath, her mind blank.

Max examined the bottle casually. The liquid inside shimmered with a radiant golden hue, thick and vibrant like molten sunlight. He tilted it slightly, watching the rich glow move within the bottle, and smiled.

"It’s filled up to the seventh level," he murmured, sounding pleased. He turned his gaze back to Tanya. His tone remained calm, but his eyes glimmered with a faint, dangerous amusement. "Now, what to do about you?"

That single sentence made Tanya’s entire body stiffen. Her heart stopped for a moment, her breathing shallow. She knew exactly what he was capable of—she had seen it with her own eyes. The very air around her felt heavy, as if his presence alone could crush her.

Max raised his right hand slightly, black flames flickering faintly at his fingertips. The same flames that had consumed Grover. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to.

But before he could move, a blinding golden light erupted from Tanya’s body. The sudden radiance forced Max to narrow his eyes. The light was pure, brilliant, and filled with an energy completely different from any aura he had felt before.

Her figure began to dissolve into the light, breaking apart into shimmering particles.

"What?" Max muttered, stepping forward, but it was already too late.

Her body transformed entirely into golden light, leaving behind a faint afterimage as she shot toward the nearest wall. The golden streak pierced the stone effortlessly, leaving a faint crack before vanishing completely into the depths beyond.

In just a few seconds, she was gone.

The chamber fell silent again, the echoes of her disappearance fading away into nothing.

Max stood there quietly, his eyes on the place where she had vanished. He wasn’t angry—only slightly surprised. Then he sighed softly and lowered his hand, letting the black flames fade.

’I guess she used some sort of treasure to run away,’ he thought. The golden light and speed of her escape were too abrupt to be a technique. It was definitely a life-saving treasure, likely something granted by her elders before she entered the secret domain.

Shaking his head slightly, Max looked down at the two bottles in his hands. One was his, filled with two levels of Holy Nectar, and the other belonged to Tanya, filled up to the seventh.

He uncorked her bottle and began to pour its contents into his own carefully. The golden liquid flowed like molten sunlight, glowing softly as it merged.

The markings on his bottle began to rise gradually—level three, then four, then five. The glow intensified as it reached level seven, then eight, and finally stopped just below the final marking.

When he was done, he looked at the bottle, now filled almost to the brim. The golden liquid within it pulsed faintly like a beating heart.

’Nine levels,’ he thought with satisfaction. ’That’s enough to make Chief Igris the Tribal Lord.’