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title: "Chapter 524: Chaos Energy"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 524
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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The Primal Hall—the heart of the Four Halls—stood at the very center of the entire sacred complex, and despite being the most revered, it was also the smallest and most unassuming.

Surrounded on all sides by the grandeur of the Novice, Profound, and Supreme Halls, this hall did not boast mighty pillars or ornate carvings. Instead, it was quiet, ancient, and still.

There was only one door leading into it—an archaic slab of stone so old it seemed it would crumble to dust at the slightest touch.

Its surface was worn and cracked, the inscriptions upon it eroded by the weight of countless millennia. There was no glowing aura, no intimidating presence, no divine pressure.

It simply was—like a forgotten relic of a time even the heavens themselves had stopped remembering.

Max stood before the door in silence for a moment, eyes narrowed in thought. He could feel nothing from it—no energy, no Law, no resistance—just a strange, hollow silence. And yet... that emptiness itself seemed to carry weight.

With one hand, he reached forward and gently pushed it open. The ancient door creaked with a sound like the groan of a dying world, and then gave way.

Inside, the chamber was shrouded in a pale, endless fog. It curled around the room like mist over a still lake, yet Max immediately noticed something odd—despite its dense presence, he felt nothing from the fog. No heat, no cold, no mana. It was simply there, lifeless and quiet, as if it were not part of the world at all.

At the center of the room, barely visible through the faint haze, stood a lone altar of black stone. Stark and unadorned, it rose from the ground like a piece of the void itself.

Embedded at its center was a single square stone, about a foot long on each side. This was the totem stone—yet it was unlike anything Max had seen before.

There were no delicate engravings or dazzling runes. Its surface was rough and uneven, jagged in places, worn in others. The patterns etched into it didn’t form any obvious sequence or technique.

Some lines ran deep, like scars; others were faint, as if fading from existence. There were even entire portions of the stone that seemed broken or incomplete, as though time itself had consumed them.

Max’s eyes locked onto the totem, searching for meaning, for some kind of resonance... but nothing came.

He frowned slightly, straining his senses, but still—there was nothing. No reaction. No comprehension. No clue.

It was as if the stone was carved with truths so ancient, so pure, that they no longer fit into the framework of understanding available to him—or to any ordinary expert.

It wasn’t that the stone lacked power... it was that the power was so far beyond his grasp, it had become invisible.

He stepped back slowly, gaze lingering on the altar. ’This... is beyond me,’ he admitted silently. The traces of source energy within that totem had already long surpassed the scope of his understanding.

Whatever truths lay within that stone... they were meant for someone who had transcended what it meant to be "mortal."

Still, the mere existence of the stone stirred something deep inside him—a flicker of yearning.

But then before he could leave the hall, notifications began popping up in his vision.

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[Chaos Energy detected... Resonance with Unholy Trinity Physique is in order...]

[Resonance complete.]

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[Unholy Trinity Physique]

– Description: [A physique said to hold all energies in existence. u7$gh#, h&#hg$3...]

– Abilities Unlocked: [Chaos Tree.]

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Max was stunned seeing the notifications. He had not imagined that his Unholy Trinity Physique was related to chaos energy and worst would resonate with it. From what little he could understand, the chaos energy was from the Primal Chaos Era that henry spoke of.

Legends whispered from the earliest eras of existence spoke of a time before all things—before light, before darkness, before even the concept of time itself—when there was only chaos origin energy.

It was not energy as the world understood it now, not fire or water or lightning, not the cultivated mana or soul force taught in schools and sects. It was raw, undivided, formless and absolute. This primordial essence flowed through the nothingness like a storm of silence, infinite and unshaped.

The ancient totem stone within the Primal Hall, so rough and enigmatic, was believed to reflect the very process of the universe forming from this chaos. The chaotic lines etched into its stone, some shallow, some deep, some broken altogether, were said to embody the gradual evolution of chaos energy into all known energies in the cosmos.

This original essence—referred to as chaos energy—was not just the start of creation, it was creation. It birthed entropy, it was entropy—unrefined, pure, and unfathomably vast.

In time, this chaos energy began to take form, splitting into the fundamental elemental energies: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and beyond. These in turn gave rise to the laws, concepts, and structures that governed reality.

Thus, in the eyes of the ancients, chaos energy was the source of all energy, the womb of existence itself. Every form of cultivated energy—be it mana, vital essence, infernal energy, or soul force—was merely a different face of the same ancient coin.

Experts might see them as separate, label them, categorize them, but they were all just refined pieces of chaos, shaped by perception and will.

What truly separated the exceptional from the peerless, however, was not simply in absorbing energy, but in understanding it. When one meditated to perceive Laws or Concepts, they were not merely discovering new power—they were peeling back the veil that cloaked the source of power.

To perceive the Flame Concept was to understand fire; to master Sword Concepts was to grasp the principle behind cutting. But to see through the evolution of chaos itself... that was to understand the root origin of all Laws, not just their expression.

And if a being could truly comprehend the pathways through which chaos energy evolved into the countless laws of reality, then that person would not merely be powerful—they would touch the edge of divinity.

Within the vast Divine Realm, such an individual would be revered as one possessing one of the deepest comprehensions of Laws and Concepts across all the boundless worlds.

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Just as Max was immersed in thought, reflecting on the resonance between the chaos energy and his new physique—he suddenly felt something stir violently within his body.

It was subtle at first, like a ripple in still water, but in the next breath it became undeniable, a quake at the core of his being.

His brows furrowed instinctively, his posture stiffening. ’What’s going on?’ he thought, and without wasting a second, he activated his Three Dimensional Body, allowing his consciousness to dive inward, piercing through the layers of his own existence to view the very structure of his inner world.

But what he saw there left him completely stunned—speechless even.

Floating in the vast inner space of his mana sea, right beside the golden core he had forged when he first leveled up from Novice to Apprentice Rank—a core that symbolized the very foundation of his strength—was something new. Something living.

A strange, embryonic shape had taken form. At first glance, it resembled a seed, but its form was slightly more complex, almost like a delicate, divine embryo that pulsed faintly with life and potential.

It glowed with a soft silver-white hue, and from it, four thin but clearly defined branches had sprouted outward like the veins of a forming world.

Each branch radiated with a different and distinct essence—like threads of the universe weaving into a singular force.

The first branch exuded a razor-sharp aura, the embodiment of the Sword Concept, so clear that even looking at it made Max’s soul feel like it could be sliced.

The second was laced with the gentle distortions of bending reality, shimmering with an ethereal flow—Space Concept—twisting and folding silently in that tiny arc of a branch.

The third blazed fiercely, its form cloaked in flickering crimson and black, like an undying flame—Flame Concept, roaring silently within its stillness.

And the fourth... it crackled with silent violence, coursing with tiny sparks of purple that danced in unpredictable patterns—Lightning Concept, wild, untamed, and bursting with hidden fury.