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title: "Chapter 1132: First Vein - Vein of Origin"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1138
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Max’s breath was heavy, his body trembling from exhaustion, but his eyes burned with a steady light. He had survived. He had endured the pain, the rejection of the universe, and even the wrath of creation itself.

He raised his gaze toward the now-calm sky and whispered under his breath, his voice hoarse. "Damn that was painful!"

Max’s chest rose and fell heavily as the golden light faded from his body. His vision trembled, his lungs burned, and his entire body felt like it had been torn apart and then forced back together piece by piece. His skin was covered in cracks that glowed faintly before sealing themselves, and every muscle in his body ached with unbearable soreness.

This was pain unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Not even the countless battles, the wounds from his fights against monsters, demons, or even divine beings compared to what he had just endured. It was as if his flesh had been melted, his bones crushed, and his soul twisted all at once. But as unbearable as it was, it was worth every moment.

Inside his body, he could feel it—something new. A force that was neither mana nor infernal energy. It wasn’t draconic essence either, not truly, yet it carried the same untamed and primal nature. It was far more refined, deeper, and infinitely more powerful. It pulsed through his veins with a rhythm that was almost alive, echoing like a heartbeat from the very core of his existence.

For the first time, Max felt as if he wasn’t merely channeling power—he was the power. His body, mind, and essence had become something more than mortal. The divine vein pulsed faintly beneath his skin, connecting his heart to every part of his being. The energy within him was wild, raging, and untamed, yet completely obedient to his will. It was like holding the strength of the universe in his hands.

Lord Igris, who had been watching silently until now, finally stepped forward. The faint glow of pride flickered across his ancient eyes, though his tone remained solemn. "Painful?" he said, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "That was only the beginning, boy. You have merely taken your first step on a road that countless others have tried to walk and failed."

He folded his arms, his gaze locking on Max’s trembling figure. "What you have achieved here could never have been done in the outside world. The moment you attempted to open even a single divine vein under the laws of the universe, the world itself would have rejected you. The heavens would have descended upon you with their full wrath, and the Wraith of the Universe would have erased your existence before you even began."

Max looked up, his breathing still uneven, his eyes dark and unreadable.

Lord Igris continued, his tone turning grave. "Even here, inside this secret domain, the Wraith sensed your defiance. It came for you. You must have seen the sky crack open—the lightning that fell wasn’t mere energy. It was divine judgment. That lightning carries the will of the universe itself, and it only descends when something tries to transcend what is allowed."

He looked toward the horizon where faint distortions still lingered in the air from the closed rift. "You should consider yourself fortunate. This domain exists under the protection of the Seven Divine Lords, and they were the ones who interfered. They suppressed the Wraith of the Universe, sealed the rift, and shielded you from annihilation. Without their intervention, you would not be standing here."

Max stayed silent, his mind replaying the moment the cracks appeared in the sky and the universe itself seemed to scream at him.

Lord Igris’s gaze softened slightly, though his voice remained deep and firm. "You have done what hasn’t been done in countless ages. You have awakened the Vein of Origin, the first of the Seven Divine Veins. This path is older than even the stars. It was meant only for beings who were born before the world had laws. There are barely any humans in this age who has achieved this feat. You may not be the first one but mark my words you shall be only one who will reach the highest level."

He paused, taking a slow breath before continuing, "But let me make this clear to you, Max. You were not only determined—you were lucky. If not for the draconian essence running through your blood, your body would have collapsed long before the process even began. That essence, that ancient dragon power, kept your body alive when it should have been torn apart. It acted as a stabilizer, a vessel strong enough to contain the divine essence."

He took a step closer, his voice lowering. "And do not forget the forging we did for you. We rebuilt your human body, tempered it like steel. If you still had the same frail foundation you arrived here with, you would have exploded into a fine mist before even halfway through the process."

Max remained motionless, his head lowered, his hands still faintly trembling. The golden veins beneath his skin pulsed like streams of light, visible only for a moment before fading again.

Lord Igris looked at him for a long time, then added quietly, "This was only the first vein, and already it nearly destroyed you. The six that follow will demand even greater strength, even greater pain. The next time, not even the Divine Lords will be able to save you if you falter."

He turned his gaze toward the burning horizon of the violet wasteland, his tone almost reverent. "You are walking a path that has been forgotten by gods and erased by time itself. A path no mortal was meant to take. But if you can endure it... if you can open all seven divine veins... then even the entire universe will have to bow to you."

The words echoed faintly through the air, carried by the heat of the wasteland.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Max finally lifted his head, his golden eyes gleaming faintly with the reflection of that divine power within. His face was calm, expressionless, but the quiet fire behind his gaze burned brighter than ever.

"I will endure," he said simply, his voice steady despite the exhaustion in his body.

Lord Igris gave a slow nod, the faintest trace of approval touching his expression. "Then endure you shall. And one day, the world itself will tremble when it hears your name."