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title: "Chapter 742: Abnormal Nulls"
slug: "ch-748"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 748
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Max moved with deadly precision, calm and efficient. He understood perfectly well that it was foolish to waste powerful techniques or high-level skills Nulls. The stronger the attack, the more energy it consumed—a waste of strength when facing disposable enemies.

Unless, of course, you possessed the kind of overwhelming power that made even ordinary strikes devastating, as Max did. For him, there was no need to resort to grandiose techniques. His basic sword swings carried enough force, precision, and lethal intent to cut down these lesser foes like blades of grass under a farmer’s scythe.

Just like that, Max advanced steadily through the swirling melee, his sword flashing in elegant, deadly arcs, each motion so fluid and natural it seemed more like a dance than combat. Every time he swung his blade, a fresh wave of first-level Champion Rank Nulls fell before him, their bodies severed cleanly as though they were nothing more than vegetables being sliced for a meal.

Black blood splattered across his clothes and face, sizzling faintly where it touched his spiritual aura, but Max didn’t slow down, his eyes cold and focused, his movements never faltering even as the tide of monsters pressed endlessly around him.

On the other side of the surging battlefield, Arlen and the others were holding their ground as a separate team, cutting through the relentless waves of Nulls with synchronized precision and fierce determination.

This arrangement had already been decided before the gates had opened: Max had made it clear he would battle alone, carving his own path through the battlefield, and that if any of them found themselves in trouble, he would step in to support them without hesitation.

It was a plan that Arlen and his group had readily agreed upon, understanding that Max’s overwhelming abilities and unique fighting style made it simpler—and safer—for him to operate independently.

Moreover, their own team dynamic was forged through countless battles fought shoulder-to-shoulder, and the coordination among the five of them had become so finely tuned that it was simply more comfortable and efficient for them to rely on one another without trying to adjust to Max’s unpredictable rhythm.

Even without Max in their ranks, Arlen and the others proved themselves more than capable, their blades flashing and their spiritual energies surging as they dispatched the Level 1 and Level 2 Champion Rank Nulls with effortless skill, slicing through the grotesque monsters like farmers harvesting a field of wheat.𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Arlen’s gauntlets whirled in strong momentum, Lena’s attacks struck with pinpoint accuracy, and the others fought with the fierce unity of warriors who trusted each other completely, each movement perfectly synchronized to create openings and cover vulnerabilities.

Not far from where they battled, Margo’s team—including members of the Phoenix God Nation and Alice herself—were equally immersed in the slaughter, their weapons blazing with brilliant elemental lights as they cleaved through Null after Null.

The elegant and blazing techniques of the Phoenix God Nation were on full display, blades shimmering with crimson fire, spears flickering like golden lightning as they struck down the weaker Nulls with disdainful ease.

Alice, her red hair a vivid banner amid the chaos, danced through the battlefield with swift, precise motions, her flames killing burning null to their ashes.

Despite the overwhelming numbers pressing in on all sides, the first wave of Nulls posed little threat. The door had only just been opened, and the creatures pouring out so far were merely the weakest—the expendable foot soldiers of the monstrous tide.

But every expert on the field knew the same unspoken truth: as time marched on, the true nightmare would begin. The stronger Nulls would emerge, and the real battle—the one that decided life and death—would be fought in blood and screams when those higher-level nulls stepped onto the field.

’Hmm? A Level 4 Champion Rank Null.’ Just as Max was cutting his way through an unending horde of Level 1 and Level 2 Champion Rank Nulls, his Three Dimensional Body—ever vigilant and far-reaching—picked up a sudden, violent flare of movement further along the blood-soaked plain.

His mental vision zoomed in on the scene as clearly as if he were standing there himself, and what he saw made his eyes narrow sharply. A Level 3 Champion Rank expert, clad in battered armor still shining with faint runes of protection, was caught mid-swing as a monstrous Null lunged at him with blistering speed.

The creature was massive, its sinewy black limbs rippling with savage power, eyes glowing an eerie silver as its claws raked forward in a deadly arc. The warrior barely had time to widen his eyes in horrified realization before the Null’s claws tore through his chest, splitting his torso open like fragile paper.

Blood erupted in a high, pulsing spray, crimson rain falling across the battlefield as the expert’s body was ripped apart, flesh and bone scattering like shattered porcelain.

Max’s gaze stayed locked on the carnage, his expression hardening, while the roar of Nulls and the cries of men mixed into a single, deafening storm around him. Just then the eyes of that exact null locked with Max.

Boom boom boom...

The ground shook with each thunderous step as the monstrous Null barreled forward, its massive limbs pounding the blood-soaked earth with earthshaking force, sending shudders through the surrounding battlefield like ripples across a stormy sea.

Warriors who had been bravely battling their own foes were suddenly caught in its unstoppable path, their bodies flung aside like ragdolls as the creature’s enormous, pitch-black form crashed through the ranks.

Bones cracked audibly, limbs twisted at unnatural angles, and cries of pain and terror rang out as experts were hurled through the air, smashing into the ground with such violence that some lay still where they landed, blood pooling beneath them, while others writhed, clutching shattered limbs and screaming in agony.

In the midst of this chaos, the monstrous Null’s many eyes—small, silvery orbs embedded across its head and shoulders—shone with a disturbing, focused gleam, all locked unerringly onto a single figure standing resolute amid the chaos: Max.

Max’s eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing as he studied the creature hurtling toward him like a living battering ram. There was something unmistakably different about it. He could tell in an instant that this was no ordinary Null driven purely by base instincts.

In the vast, grotesque legion of these creatures, there existed a rare and deadly subclass known as abnormal Nulls—twisted evolutions that were not only vastly stronger than others of their rank but also possessed a dangerous glimmer of intelligence.

Unlike their mindless kin who acted purely on instinct and aggression, these abnormals could strategize, anticipate attacks, and pursue chosen targets with unsettling focus. And the Null raging toward Max was unmistakably one of these terrifying anomalies.