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title: "Chapter 83: Humiliation"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 83
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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Killian stared at Max, unable to accept the scene before him. Max stood unharmed after his attack—the ultimate attack, one he had complete confidence in, one he had poured everything into.

"What happened? Even after using the technique, I lost... how?" he muttered blankly.

He took a step back, breathing heavily. The realization hit him like a tidal wave—his greatest strength, everything he had relied on, was nothing before Max. "How?" he whispered looking at Max, his voice cracking. "How... are you so strong?"

Max didn’t answer. Instead, he merely stared at him with those piercing eyes, a smile never leaving his face.

Killian staggered back, unable to comprehend it. His hand trembled, his chest tightening as the weight of the situation pressed down on him.

He had lost—to someone four levels below him—despite using his ultimate move, one he had 100% confidence would get the job done.

Yet, he was defeated. The ultimate attack, the one he would use only when his life was on the line, had been blocked easily.

"How?" He questioned himself.

The strength he had worked so hard to attain, the years of training, the power he had always counted on—it all felt meaningless. He had poured everything into this fight, only to be outclassed by someone who hadn’t even broken a sweat.

"Am I that weak?" He wondered, despair creeping in.

The ground beneath him seemed to grow distant, his thoughts becoming muddled as despair sank in. He had been so sure, so confident, but now it all felt like a lie. His sword, his lightning, his skills—none of it mattered.

"I... I can’t…" Killian muttered, his eyes losing their sharpness. He dropped his sword, the weight of it too much to bear, his gaze blank as he stared at Max.

"That’s it? That’s the genius of the Blade Family?" Max’s voice reached his ears, causing him to look toward Max, but he only saw a blur of shadow before a piercing pain shot through his stomach. Almost immediately after, he found himself gliding through the air.

His body crashed to the ground.

Max appeared in front of him, lifting him by his hair. "Where did the pride of being a Blade go?" he asked, delivering a punch to his gut.

"Is this really the strength of someone who has reigned at the top of the Novice Rankings in the Battle Realm for years?" Another punch followed, causing Killian to violently cough.

"Are you truly a member of the legendary Blade Family?" Max continued, his tone dripping with mockery. Another punch connected, leaving Killian gasping and trembling.

Max’s eyes darkened, cruelty amplifying his expression as old wounds resurfaced in his mind. Memories of being cornered by Elena, of feeling powerless and humiliated, fueled his burning hatred.

"I heard the Blades are supposed to be powerful," Max said, venom dripping from his words. "Some even say they’re the strongest of their generation. But what about you? You—Killian Blade—can’t even defeat someone four levels below you. How could you lose so pathetically, despite all your so-called heritage?"

Each word was a dagger to Killian’s pride, every question driving him closer to the abyss. He clenched his fists weakly, his mind spiraling as despair clawed at his heart.

Max delivered one final blow. "You are too weak."

Killian went numb hearing those words. All his life, he had been hailed as one of the finest geniuses of the Blade Family. He was used to people cheering him, to winning, to hearing how strong he was, to seeing others’ jealousy over his strength.

But he had never expected that he would one day hear the phrase "You are too weak" from one of his opponents.

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In that moment, all his pride, all his confidence, and everything he had grown proud of shattered before his eyes. All that remained was a bottomless void threatening to devour him in the darkness of despair.

"Useless." Max said in disdain, seeing the light in Killian’s eyes fade, replaced by dark despair.

He threw him to the ground. "You’re better off in the dirt."

Max looked at Killian’s despair-filled eyes and smiled coldly.

"I thought Blades were supposed to be strong," he sneered, kicking Killian on the ground. "But it turns out they’re nothing but utter disappointments."

"You’re weak." Another kick.

"Your Blade family is full of trash." Another kick.

"You worthless piece of shit." Another.

Max crouched down, his face inches away from Killian’s battered, bloodied visage. A sly, venomous sneer twisted his features as he spoke, his tone sharp enough to cut through steel.

"If I were you," Max said coldly, his words laced with mockery, "I’d die before showing my face in public after this."

Killian’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as Max’s words sank deeper than any physical blow.

"Think about it..." Max continued, his voice almost a whisper, yet dripping with malice. "What would people say about the so-called genius of the Blade Family? A prodigy who couldn’t even defeat someone four levels below him?"

These words drilled into Killian’s mind, bringing his already hopeless world crashing down.

"Imagine the shame you’ll bring to the Blade Family—if they even have any left," Max said, leaning in closer, his cruel grin widening. "Picture the mocking faces of those watching, the whispers behind your back. They’ll call you trash... no, the trash of trashes. The goldest trash of all."

And at last, he became so consumed by the pain Max had inflicted upon him that he finally lost consciousness.

"I expected more from a Blade like you," Max uttered in disappointment before kicking Killian hard, crushing his body into pieces that scattered into red light particles and vanished.

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The entire Battle Realm descended into an eerie silence, suffocating even the faintest whispers. From the very beginning to the bitter end, the crowd watched in stunned disbelief as Max dismantled Killian—physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Shock rippled through the onlookers like a tidal wave, leaving many frozen in place. Stunned expressions painted their faces, their minds struggling to process what had unfolded.

Killian, the undefeated genius of the Blade Family, reduced to a broken shell by someone four levels beneath him—this was beyond comprehension.

But it wasn’t just shock that gripped the audience. Unease slithered into their hearts, a gnawing discomfort at the sheer brutality of Max’s actions. His cold words, his calculated strikes, and the way he forced Killian into despair felt too deliberate, too merciless.

Whispers began to spread like wildfire.

"Did he really humiliate the Blade Family like that?"

"Max… he’s terrifying."

"I can’t believe Killian lost like this. It’s unreal."

For some, Max’s dominance inspired awe, but for others, it struck fear. This wasn’t just a battle—it was a display of how far someone would go to crush their opponent.

The cruel way Max dragged Killian into despair sent chills down their spines. They couldn’t comprehend how a 15-year-old could be so ruthless. But one thing became clear through this battle:

Max wasn’t just strong. He was ruthless, merciless, and fearless.

Meanwhile the situation near the hall of the Novice Rankings was entirely different.

The members of the Blade Family stood rigid, their fists clenched so tightly their knuckles turned white. Their faces burned with the unmistakable sting of humiliation, each expression a mirror of their collective disgrace. But beneath the shame, a darker emotion seethed—an intense, unrelenting rage.

The humiliation Max had inflicted on them wasn’t something they could simply endure. He hadn’t just defeated Killian; he had tarnished the Blade Family’s name, dragging it through the mud for all to see.

Just at that moment Max came out of his cube.