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title: "Chapter 812: Change of situation"
slug: "ch-818"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 818
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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For a long moment, silence hung over the grand gathering like a thick fog as everyone processed the revelation, countless experts staring at Max in utter shock, their eyes wide with disbelief, because of the accusations from the Thunder Monarch Hall and Void Soul Tower had swirled of a mysterious youth who had supposedly slain prodigies at the peak of the Legend Rank, and they had all imagined some secret monster in human skin, a youth whose strength was veiled and monstrous.

Yet here he stood before them, calm and fearless, revealing himself as nothing more than an 8th-level Master Rank expert—someone powerful by ordinary standards but still utterly incapable of slaying geniuses standing at the pinnacle of Legend Rank.

Whispers rippled through the crowd like waves cresting on a restless sea, as experts leaned toward each other, murmuring in confusion and shock.

"Damn, accusing a 1-star genius who’s only at the 8th level of Master Rank of killing a 3-star genius and a Heaven Grade genius is wild!" Someone shouted from among the sea of experts gathered before the swirling purple portal, their voice brimming with disbelief and carrying across the sky, sparking an immediate chorus of agreeing voices that rose like the roar of an oncoming tide, as all the tension and confusion that had simmered for so long finally exploded into raw, open outrage and incredulity.

Another expert, his eyes wide with exasperation and scorn, leaned toward his companion and barked out, "Right! I mean, seriously, what the hell were the members of the Thunder Monarch Hall and Void Soul Tower thinking? Are they idiots to blame the killings of a 3-star genius and a Heaven Grade genius on a mere 1-star genius?! Even if they wanted to humiliate the Great Ruler Empire, they should have at least chosen someone like Princess Lyra or even the First Prince to blame—people who might actually have the strength to pull off something that insane! But blaming a 1-star genius who’s only at the 8th level of Master Rank is just downright idiotic."

His words seemed to crack open a dam, because another voice, trembling with righteous fury, rang out from nearby, "What Thunder Monarch Hall! What Void Soul Tower! They’re nothing but shameless scum, to think they’d stoop so low as to blame the killings of their precious geniuses on a weak little 1-star genius who’s only at the 8th level of Master Rank—it’s utterly shameless and pathetic!"

His face was red with indignation, and his fists clenched as spiritual energy flickered faintly around him, unable to contain the sheer outrage swelling in his chest.

Yet another expert, a young woman whose eyes glittered fiercely, added in a voice tight with empathy, "No wonder Max said he didn’t understand anything. He was being blamed for something he hadn’t even done. Damn it all, just thinking about it makes me furious! If anything like that were to happen to me—if I were falsely accused of killing powerful geniuses—I can’t even imagine what sort of hell my life would have become. The shame, the suspicion, the pressure... it would crush anyone."

Her voice caught slightly, as though the weight of the very idea was suffocating.

All around the purple portal, the crowd went utterly wild in that moment, voices overlapping in an ever-growing wave of noise as thousands of experts shouted, argued, and proclaimed their opinions, the tide of public sentiment shifting like a flood breaking free of a dam.

For the revelation of Max’s true strength at merely the 8th level of Master Rank had detonated like a bomb amidst the swirling accusations, wiping away the lingering shadows of suspicion and filling the air instead with an almost tangible collective anger toward the Thunder Monarch Hall and the Void Soul Tower.

One by one, experts nodded firmly to each other, their faces set with fierce conviction as they came to the same conclusion: there was simply no way a mere 1-star genius, still in the Master Rank, could have slain not only a 3-star genius and a Heaven Grade genius whose very name inspired awe throughout the Middle Domain.

It was preposterous, and they knew it, and so the narrative flipped entirely as the crowd all but unanimously accepted the truth—that Max had not killed anyone and that the accusations were nothing but baseless fabrications, a shameless ploy concocted by the Thunder Monarch Hall and the Void Soul Tower for reasons that now seemed petty, sinister, and deeply dishonorable.

"This...!" Thunder Lord and Tower Lord Mathew both blurted out, their voices thick with disbelief as they stood rigid amidst the constant murmurs of the crowd, and in that instant, they were unable to hide the shock etched deep into the lines of their stern faces.

For though moments earlier they’d been full of bluster and accusations, they could now clearly perceive with their own Divine Rank senses that Max’s strength truly was nothing more than that of an 8th-level Master Rank expert—a strength far too low to plausibly slay a 3-star genius, let alone someone of the Heaven Grade, whose power and status towered like mountains in the world.

Yet even as doubt flickered through their eyes, a deeper certainty remained locked in their hearts, for both of them knew that this matter was not some fabricated tale pulled from thin air; their members, their trusted young elites, had indeed died, and they were convinced, down to their marrow, that it had been Max who had slain them, for their own people would never dare to concoct such a lie, especially not when it involved the deaths of experts whose futures were as bright as suns, whose loss would shake their sects to the core.

Frank, still trembling with the memory of the bloody scene he’d witnessed, stepped forward, his voice cracking with urgency as he shouted, "Elders, Leaders, don’t look at this guy’s rank! He’s super strong! He killed Julio in the blink of an eye—he’s a monster!"

His words tumbled out in a torrent, filled with genuine terror as flashes of Julio and June’s deaths flickered across his mind, each image burning his thoughts with the scent of blood and black flames.

Josh, equally desperate, added his own voice to the plea, his eyes wide and anxious as he cried, "Yes, don’t look at his rank. This guy Max is too vicious! He must have been hiding his true strength or concealing some terrifying power. It’s the only explanation!"