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title: "Chapter 760: End of Battle"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 766
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"Devour." The word left Max’s mind like a silent whisper carried on a midnight wind, even as his eyes glowed faintly under the crimson haze still hanging low over the battlefield.

All around him, the black flames Karl had unleashed continued to ripple across the Second Circle like an endless tide of oily ink, casting shifting shadows that danced and twisted over pools of void blood and mangled corpses. It was the perfect cover, and Max intended to exploit it fully.

Without moving a muscle, he called forth the abyssal pull of his Devour ability. From every fallen Ascendant strewn across the battlefield, an invisible tide of essence began to flow, as if some unseen vortex were sucking the very life remnants from their monstrous corpses.

Black ichor evaporated into writhing wisps of void energy that curled and twisted through the air, funneling into Max’s body like rivers drawn to the sea. The corpses shivered and cracked as dark flames began to consume them, until one after another collapsed into piles of fine grey ash, leaving nothing but scorched scars upon the churned earth.

Yet even as he felt power surging into his veins like liquid lightning, Max’s golden eyes flickered with restraint. He clenched his fists at his sides, suppressing the tidal wave of energy trying to expand outward and shatter the limits of his cultivation.

He could feel the edges of a breakthrough clawing at him, begging to erupt and elevate his cultivation even higher. His draconic scales shimmered as raw power coiled beneath them, barely held in check.

But he knew the battlefield was still too crowded with prying eyes. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to level up. It was just that if he leveled up it would too shocking to others. He had already leveled up three times before causing others to suspect that he was suppressing his strength.

So he kept the flood contained, locking it behind walls of sheer willpower. He’d wait for solitude, somewhere far from these countless eyes, and only then would he drop his suppression and allow his power to blossom again. If his calculations were right, he’d likely jump another level or two once he unleashed the energy he was holding back.

Following the slaughter of all the Ascendants, a strange quiet fell over the Second Circle battlefield. The roaring tide of combat ebbed away into muffled grunts and distant clashing.

With no more monstrous Ascendants prowling among them, the warriors of the Second Circle—powerful experts ranging from Sixth to Eighth Level Champion Rank, all of them seasoned 2-star geniuses—found themselves facing nothing more than ordinary Nulls. And against experts of their caliber, those Nulls were swiftly cut down like brittle weeds.

Steel flashed, elemental techniques lit the battlefield in dazzling bursts, and each strike found its mark with ruthless efficiency. What had been chaos moments ago became grim, methodical slaughter, as warriors worked in practiced formations to finish off the last of their monstrous foes.

Only a few hours later, every last Null in the Second Circle lay dead, reduced to blackened corpses or drifting ash. And as the wave of warriors swept back into the First Circle to lend their aid, the tide turned swiftly there as well. Another hour passed, filled with the final roars of dying creatures and the crash of final blows—and then silence fell like a shroud over the devastated land.

The war cry of humans faded into the eerie hush that follows great carnage. Blood-soaked ground steamed under the dim sky, littered with broken weapons and torn banners fluttering weakly in the wind.

The battle between humans and Nulls—for now—was over. And in that silent aftermath, amidst drifting ash and whispering flames, Max stood tall and composed, hiding the storm of power thrumming just beneath his calm exterior, waiting for the moment he could finally unleash it.

"Everyone, go back to the town gate!" one of the elders bellowed, his voice rolling across the battlefield like thunder, cutting through the fading echoes of combat. "The battle has come to an end—for now." His declaration was met by the collective sighs of thousands of warriors, hunters, and experts whose bodies bore the blood and dust of hours-long carnage.

With the orders of the Hunter Association’s elders ringing in their ears, the weary fighters began retreating from the battlefield, streaming back toward the towering silhouette of the massive town gate that loomed in the distance like an iron sentinel.

As the tide of humanity flowed inward, the colossal gates rumbled closed behind them, thick metal slabs clanging into place with a deep, final boom that signaled the temporary reprieve from the horrors outside.

Once sealed inside the fortified town walls, the atmosphere shifted quickly from battle-driven adrenaline to exhausted relief. The warriors scattered across the town square, some limping, others carried on stretchers, while countless conversations hummed through the crowd like a rising tide.

Many of the experts were eager to tally their merit points—an accounting of the number of Nulls they’d slain. These merit points were more than just numbers; they were currency, a means to exchange for powerful treasures, rare resources, or secret techniques from the Hunter Association’s vaults.

For some, the risk of the battlefield was worth every drop of blood spilled for a chance to ascend in strength and status.

Amidst this bustling throng, Max and Alice walked side by side, the sunlight catching the faint golden glow that still lingered in Max’s aura, a soft halo that seemed to cling to him even after the battlefield’s chaos had faded.

Surrounding them were Max’s teammates—Arlen, Lena, Sana, Kael, and Varek—each of them grinning broadly, faces flushed with genuine pride and lingering adrenaline. Their eyes shone with excitement as they clustered around Max, unable to hide their awe.

"Max, you were amazing just now!" Arlen burst out, nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet. His eyes were round as coins. "You alone caused the battle to end! Do you even realize how big a deal that is? You didn’t just kill Nulls—you wiped out the Ascendants, the Vespers! That’s...that’s simply amazing!"

Max chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in a rare display of modesty. "Hehe...it isn’t much," he said, though his calm voice carried a quiet confidence that belied the magnitude of what he’d accomplished.

"How isn’t it much?!" Arlen protested, flinging his arms wide, nearly smacking Kael in the face. "You killed all..." He launched into an excited tirade, listing every monstrous feat Max had pulled off during the battle, from killing multiple Ascendants to single-handedly stabilizing the entire Second Circle.

Alice, walking quietly at Max’s side, wore a gentle, serene smile as she listened to Arlen’s enthusiastic recounting and the chatter of the others. For a brief, precious moment, the weight of her identity—the responsibilities of being a princess of the Phoenix God Nation, the constant vigilance demanded of her by her family and her nation—seemed to melt away.

In the bright sunlight, with the warm voices of Max’s friends echoing around her, she felt truly calm, as though this small circle of laughter and camaraderie was a sanctuary untouched by politics or duty. ’It’s only when I’m by Max’s side that I feel...truly at peace,’ she thought, her smile softening. ’Nothing else makes me this genuinely happy anymore... not since I came to the Middle Domain.’