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title: "Chapter 519: Setting a new record"
slug: "ch-519"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 519
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"You... it’s your turn," the red-robed old man said, his voice as calm and indifferent as ever. His gaze swept over the remaining crowd of geniuses from the mortal worlds before settling on Max.

But the moment his eyes locked onto Max, something unexpected happened—a faint ripple passed through his body. His blood stirred. No, it trembled. Just for an instant, like a suppressed roar echoing in the deepest part of his being. It was subtle, fleeting, but undeniable.

The old man stiffened, his pupils narrowing slightly. Then, just as quickly, the sensation vanished, his blood calming as if nothing had happened.

’Did I just imagine that?’ he wondered, a rare moment of doubt flashing across his mind. He stood still for a second longer than usual, observing Max with slightly narrowed eyes and feeling nothing this time. ’No... it must’ve been a fluke. Nothing more.’

He reminded himself of the truth he knew: all the young genius present possessed Source Bloodlines of the Black Dragon lineage. It was the minimum requirement to even be eligible for the True Inheritance Trial.

And while their talents varied, they all belonged to the Black Dragon Palace’s extended bloodline—some more diluted, some stronger, but none capable of causing his blood to react... at least in theory.

After all, he himself had a Source Bloodline—just like them—but with a key difference. Embedded within his lineage was a concentrated 20% Blood Essence of the Black Dragon. That made his bloodline far superior to any of the youths present, even those from the Divine Realm.

It was a gift, a legacy from a rare chance his ancestors had seized. And with that level of Black Dragon blood essence in his veins, there was no logical reason why he, a veteran expert, would feel his bloodline tremble in response to a mere junior... and one from the mortal world, no less.

It was impossible. It had to be.

And so, the old man shook the thought from his mind and gestured firmly toward Max, returning to his usual tone. "Step forward. Face the Ancient Dragon Scroll."

But deep in his heart, a sliver of unease lingered, curling like smoke in the back of his mind—one he didn’t dare acknowledge aloud.

Max nodded and stepped forward walking towards the Ancient Dragon Scroll.

Every eye in the hall turned to him—some with curiosity, some with disinterest, and others with veiled scorn. Especially from the group of Divine Realm geniuses, who looked on with cold, dismissive gazes, certain that no one from the mortal realms could reach their level.

Among the other mortal world geniuses, there were whispers, raised brows, and doubtful glances. Though Max had drawn some attention earlier, he hadn’t displayed anything extraordinary so far, and most assumed he’d perform decently at best—perhaps earn a B-grade like the majority.

Standing before the unfurled scroll, Max exhaled slowly. The image of the dragon within the scroll loomed large, pulsing with ancient weight, its inked form almost alive. ’I have to make sure I don’t overdo it... but still achieve something remarkable,’ Max thought, his expression calm as his gaze locked onto the scroll. And then... he stilled.

Seconds passed. Then minutes.

Five... ten... fifteen... twenty minutes went by with Max standing like a statue. The hall, once alive with murmurs and chatter, had fallen into absolute silence.

Even the Divine Realm geniuses were now watching him with narrowed eyes, their dismissive arrogance slowly giving way to quiet unease. None of them had spent more than fifteen minutes before the scroll. Yet Max remained unmoving, as if he were locked into something none of them could see.

Then suddenly—the Ancient Dragon Scroll trembled.

A deep, ancient resonance pulsed out from its ink-covered surface, and the black image of the coiling dragon shimmered like burning gold behind smoke. And then it began.

Whoosh—! One orb of Black Dragon origin source shot out. Then another. Then a third. They came fast, like sparks from a roaring fire.

Ten... twenty... thirty...

"How is this possible?!" A genius from the Divine Realm muttered out loud in shock.

"This... This is impossible!" Another said shouting in disbelief.

"What in the world?!"

The Divine Realm geniuses gasped. Every face turned pale, their pride shaken. Even the geniuses from the mortal worlds found their mouths agape, their eyes widened in complete disbelief as to what they were seeing.

But it was far from over as the number of orbs continued to increase.

Forty... forty-five...

Gasps turned into stunned silence. Some took a step back without realizing. Others gawked with slack jaws, unable to process what they were seeing.

Fifty... fifty-one... fifty-two... fifty-three.

Only then did the scroll release a violent pulse of energy, a shockwave that swept across the hall like a rolling tide. The 53 orbs hovered around Max like stars orbiting a dark sun, each one glowing with dense, primal energy. The sheer concentration of origin source made the space around him ripple.

The old man’s face turned deathly still. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. His thoughts shattered under the weight of what he was witnessing.

’Fifty-three?’ His mind went blank. In his entire life, he had never heard of such a number. Not from the mortal world. Not even from the Divine Realm. This wasn’t comprehension—it was domination.

In the world of the Black Dragon Palace’s trials, there were certain standards—ancient, undisputed, carved into the very fabric of their inheritance system.

Drawing twenty-five orbs from the Ancient Dragon Scroll was considered the mark of an S-grade genius, a level so high it was reserved only for the most supreme prodigies born into the Divine Realm’s elite bloodlines.

Thirty-three orbs was enough to enter the realm of SS-grade, a rank so rare it was counted among legends, the kind of potential that could change the fate of entire factions.

And finally, forty orbs—SSS-grade potential—was not even a level most dared to dream of. It was the realm of monsters, of once-in-an-era talents spoken of in reverent whispers, individuals whose very presence could shake the heavens.

Even in the Divine Realm, there were only a handful of such names recorded across millennia. For most, reaching S-grade was already the peak of glory. Yet here, in a hall meant to test the hopefuls of the mortal realms, a young genius from a forgotten world... had drawn fifty-three.

’53? Really? After trying so hard to suppress my bloodline all this time I still managed to take out 53 origin sources?!’ Max smiled wryly.

Fifty-three.

The number echoed like a thunderclap through the minds of every person present.

The old man, who had maintained an impassive, unshakable demeanor through dozens of tests, now stood rooted to the ground.

He stared at Max, unable to speak, unable to even think properly. His mind had gone completely blank, as if stripped of language and logic all at once.

Words didn’t exist for what he was witnessing. They simply didn’t.

A mortal world genius—a mortal—had just shattered every expectation, every known classification, and every rule that had defined the evaluation system for generations. This wasn’t talent. This wasn’t potential. This was impossibility manifest.

And yet... it wasn’t done.

Just when the hall had begun to exhale—just when the final count of fifty-three orbs had burned itself into the minds of every stunned genius present, and people started to believe that the miracle had ended—something even more unfathomable occurred.