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title: "Chapter 332: Infernal Storm"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 332
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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But the direction he indicated wasn't back the way they came.

It was forward.

Straight into the 1,500-mile forbidden zone.

A place that had always existed as the final boundary.

A place where no one returned.

A place where death didn't send warnings.

For a moment, a deep silence settled over the camp. Then came murmurs, gasps, the shuffling of feet. Some stepped back in fear, others froze.

Because everyone knew what stepping into the forbidden zone meant.

There were no guarantees.

No return.

Not even the knowledge of how—or when—you'd die.

But the geniuses of Valora Continent weren't ordinary.

They hadn't come here to cower on the edge of danger.

They came to chase it.

Most of them had already decided to explore two to three hundred miles deep into the forbidden zone in search of fortune, enlightenment, and opportunity. And Old Man Grey's warning only sped up the inevitable.

Crown Prince Aelric stepped forward, his expression sharp, his eyes blazing with resolve.

"Everyone! Into the forbidden zone!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the fear like a blade.

"Follow me."

Without hesitation, he turned and charged ahead—the first to cross the threshold.

His coat fluttered behind him as he vanished into the fog of the unknown.

The other Seeker Rank geniuses didn't hesitate either. One by one, they followed him—Amelia, Jack, Alice, and others from various factions, each stepping forward with gritted teeth and clenched fists.

Not one of them turned back.

The hesitation, however, came from the squad leaders.𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Seasoned veterans, their strength stood at the peak of Seeker Rank, but they were realists—not dreamers. From the entrance of the Mourning Depths all the way to this point, they had carved paths through hell itself, overcoming hundreds of deadly obstacles.

But they had always stopped short of this place.

No one ventured into the 1,500-mile forbidden zone. Not ever.

Not unless they had a death wish.

This time, it was Harry who stepped forward, voice strong and clear.

"We enter the forbidden zone as well." His tone brooked no argument. "We always knew this safe zone would collapse. That one day, even this place would be overrun."

He looked around at the other squad leaders.

"That day is today. So why hesitate now? If our geniuses are going in—we follow. If they fight, we fight. If they die, we die beside them."

A murmur of agreement passed through the group.

"Damn right! We can't stay here and get eaten."

"We go!"

"Let's head in and back them up!"

And just like that, the rest of the squad leaders—once hesitant, now unified—followed behind Harry and disappeared into the swirling fog of the forbidden zone.

No sooner had the last of them crossed the threshold…

A black tide rolled into the resting zone behind them.

A mass of wriggling fog, thick and sentient, surged forward. Red lightning crackled violently across its surface, casting eerie flashes of crimson over the shattered camp.

And within the fog—

Shadows moved.

Twisted, inhuman.

Dozens. Hundreds.

Infernal beings.

Each step they took blackened the earth, each scream they released echoed like broken glass across the air.

Had anyone remained behind, they would have been consumed instantly.

But no one did.

Now, the only question that remained was—

What waited deeper inside the forbidden zone?

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The moment the group of geniuses crossed into the 1,500-mile forbidden zone, it felt as if they had stepped into an entirely different world.

Darkness enveloped everything.

But strangely—they could still see.

There was no sun. No moon. No visible source of light. And yet the terrain around them—twisted, jagged cliffs, blackened soil, and withered trees—was all clearly visible.

A faint glow, like light drawn from another realm, outlined the landscape. It cast no shadows, made no sense, and only deepened the unnatural eeriness of the place.

Every genius present felt it—the suffocating wrongness of this land.

This was the zone of legends. The land of promised treasures and fortune…

And also the graveyard of countless dreams.

From behind, a calm but commanding voice rang out.

"Let some of us take the lead. Others, hold the rear."

The squad leaders had arrived—seventeen in total, all hardened by years of navigating the Mourning Depths. As they entered formation, some moved to the front, swords drawn and senses sharpened, while others fell to the rear, protecting the group's flank.

It brought a measure of reassurance to the younger cultivators, but the atmosphere remained heavy.

"Uncle Harry," Crown Prince Aelric spoke up, walking alongside one of the most experienced guides. "The safe zone was supposed to be… safe. How could an infernal storm pass through there?"

Harry's eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable for a moment.

"Little Prince," he said slowly, "you of all people should know… the Mourning Depths is never predictable."

He looked ahead into the looming darkness.

"Most of the time, we play by its rules. We observe the patterns, avoid the danger zones, and follow the signs. But sometimes..." He sighed, the sound heavy with experience. "This place doesn't care about rules. Sometimes it just… changes. And when it does, something mysterious always follows."

His voice dropped slightly.

"I don't think anyone could've predicted a storm like that breaching the resting zone."

Aelric frowned, his thoughts churning.

"And… the colossal? Do you know what it was? That towering figure—do you think it caused the shift in the Mourning Depths?"

Harry didn't answer immediately.

He let out a long breath, gaze still fixed on the terrain ahead.

"I don't know," he admitted. "None of us do. What we saw that day… that giant, reaching into the sky, taking lightning head-on—it's beyond anything recorded in our maps or history."

He looked at Aelric finally, eyes serious.

"The only thing I can tell you is this: changes like what we just witnessed aren't random. When the Mourning Depths shifts, when the safe zones fall, when infernal waves erupt—something powerful is moving beneath it all."

He paused.

"And storms like that? They're not rare in here—not in the forbidden zone. Out here, chaos is the norm."

The group pressed forward in tense silence.

The deeper they moved into the forbidden zone, the more they felt like intruders in a place that didn't want them.

However—