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title: "Chapter 747: Helping Alice’s team"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 753
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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No words were exchanged. Max simply lifted his sword, his expression transforming into one of cold, lethal focus. With a swift, fluid motion, he swung his blade, channeling the full might of his Level 2 Concept of the Severing Sword into a single devastating slash.

The blade hummed with contained power, its edge blazing with a silvery light that seemed to slice through reality itself. In an instant, five or six towering Nulls who had been lunging for Alice and her teammates were cleaved cleanly in half, their bodies splitting apart with a sickening hiss of black blood and sizzling energy. Dark ichor sprayed in graceful arcs as the pieces collapsed to the ground, twitching weakly before going still.

Max’s eyes blazed with a brilliant blue glow as he lifted his free hand and muttered under his breath, "Magic Sword Barrage." The very air around him seemed to ripple as space twisted, and suddenly, a hundred glowing blue swords materialized overhead, each blade pulsing with fierce energy, the deadly aura of the Level 2 Concept of the Severing Sword overflowing from them like radiant mist.

The swords floated in tight, organized ranks, their points glinting menacingly as Max’s will flowed into them like water finding its path.

With a silent, precise gesture, Max unleashed the blades.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The hundred swords shot forward like meteors, slicing through the blood-soaked air in dazzling streaks of cobalt light. Each blade moved with uncanny intelligence, adjusting its flight path as it honed in on the mass of Nulls flooding the field before Alice’s team.

The glowing swords rained down upon the monstrous horde, cutting through the darkness in a blazing storm. Some swords cleaved straight through Null torsos, splitting them into halves that fell away like butchered meat. Others drove directly into gaping skulls, piercing through bone and brain matter with surgical precision. Many blades plunged into Null limbs and pinned the creatures screaming into the churned earth, immobilizing them and leaving them easy prey for the nearby hunters to finish off.

The battlefield was momentarily bathed in blue light as each sword struck home, creating a staccato rhythm of metallic shrieks, wet impacts, and dying roars. In a matter of seconds, nearly a hundred Nulls lay sprawled across the earth, bodies shredded, heads lolling lifelessly, or pinned to the ground in pools of seeping dark blood.

A brief silence rippled outward like a shockwave as the monstrous tide in front of Alice’s team abruptly receded, the sheer force of Max’s assault cutting a wide swath of space into the crowded melee.

The hunters who had been on the brink of collapse took sharp, relieved breaths, regaining their footing and composure as the immediate pressure eased.

The entire side of the battlefield seemed to breathe easier, the deadly chaos momentarily pushed back as Max lowered his sword, his aura blazing like a silent sun amid the blood and shadows.

"Thanks," Alice said softly, her voice sweet as nectar, though it carried a faint quiver, the tension and adrenaline of battle still lingering in her tone.

"No need to worry," Max replied, offering her a small, reassuring smile, his own voice calm despite the shrieks and roars echoing across the battlefield.

"Let’s battle together," Alice urged, stepping closer to him, the edges of her red robe fluttering as arcs of phoenix flames coiled and flickered around her slender form like living ribbons of fire.

"As you say." Max nodded firmly, and just like that, the two of them surged forward into the fray, blades flashing and energy crackling as they plunged back into the ocean of Nulls.

Though they had started near Margo’s team, it wasn’t long before Max and Alice drifted slightly apart, the fluid dance of their combat drawing them into their own battlefield as they carved separate paths through the tide of monstrous enemies.

Alice was a vision of beauty and lethality as she fought, her phoenix flames igniting around her like a blazing sun, each sweep of her sword trailing fire that shimmered with brilliant gold and deep scarlet hues.

The Nulls screamed in unearthly voices as even the lightest touch of her flames consumed them, their bodies twisting and convulsing as they burned away into piles of blackened ash.

Only the strongest of the monsters—those at the sixth Level of Champion Rank—had any hope of enduring her searing flames, and even then, they found themselves locked in deadly combat as Alice’s full strength poured forth to obliterate them.

Max, for his part, flowed seamlessly around her, slashing through Nulls with his Severing Sword Art, his movements precise and economical, his blade shining with deadly radiance as it cut flesh and bone as easily as paper.

Sometimes, he instinctively stepped in to assist Alice, striking down Nulls that lunged too close—but just as often, he held back when he saw the flicker of annoyance in Alice’s fiery gaze, the unspoken challenge that said ;I can handle this myself.’

And so, he balanced his interventions carefully, sometimes sweeping in like a storm to decimate a cluster of enemies, other times simply watching her fight with silent respect, trusting in her strength.

Together, the two moved like a synchronized storm through the battlefield, a deadly yet graceful pair whose combined presence cut wide swaths through the monstrous ranks.

It was impossible not to notice them—a striking pair, flames and sword light blazing around them as Null corpses piled in their wake, their cooperation so natural that it almost looked like a deadly dance choreographed in advance.

But not everyone on the battlefield viewed the sight as beautiful.

Margo’s face, already darkened with frustration earlier, had now turned almost black with suppressed rage. He stood a short distance away with his own sword dripping with Null blood, his jaw clenched so tightly that the veins stood out on his neck like iron cords.

His eyes, shadowed by the chaotic glow of nearby fires, burned with poisonous jealousy as he stared at Max and Alice fighting side by side. Every swing of Max’s sword, every burst of Alice’s flames, felt like a slap across his face—an ever-deepening wound to his pride and authority, especially in front of his own team.

It should have been him standing next to Alice, leading the charge, earning admiration and gratitude from his companions. Instead, Max was stealing the spotlight, overshadowing him entirely. The humiliation seethed in Margo’s chest, bubbling up into a toxic brew of resentment and hate.

’Damn you!’ Margo cursed silently, his lips tightening into a thin, cruel line as his gaze swept over the tide of roaring Nulls still pouring across the battlefield.

A sinister light flickered in his eyes, his expression twisting into something cold and murderous. ’You can’t blame me for doing this,’ he thought, a venomous determination hardening his resolve as his gaze lingered on the monstrous horde and then flicked back toward Max and Alice, calculating and cruel.